Nuptials of My Daughter

As Amy revealed the date for her nuptials to be held

At the lighthouse point, with a nature loving dweller of Guilford
Mom responded “Certainly a good husband, he would be”
“Christian was one of my students”, she merrily chuckled

The stage for champagne, day for fun waited in delight

I, the thrilled dad proudly kept imagining the upcoming event
The day was good to my little girl, bright with display of virtues
To regard the ritual even from far arrived kindred and comrades

Her slender stature in pearly bridal gown, lit the old chapel at Yale
The groom embraced his bride strolling halfway through the aisle
It was the meeting of hearts and a union of candid morals
Bolstered was my belief by the flair of the young pair

Captivated through rural French windows a revealing sight

Along the Quinnipiac River ships were sailing into the port
Ages ago ladies loved ships bringing in the sailors full of spirit
The nicks on the lighthouse silently told stories of the past

The golden rays of the setting Sun reached out to bless the new weds
The time for the wedding banquet to join Gregory’s music band
I was cheerfully walking drunken, only to be stopped by a familiar tap
It was Beverly “thank all the people for honoring Amy’s wedding”

Beverly, the cancer bitten mom, sprung to youth ignoring pain

And was in a lively mood, as she was walking slowly and slant
The single thought sprouted overlooking the looming moment
” This day my little girl, Mimi would begin a family of her own.”

Raj Gaonkar, October 25, 2009