Always the bride, but not the groom <br />that is what I became <br />when I went to a Wedding in October. <br />We went to the wedding, <br />then along to the reception. <br />I stood talking to a couple of friends <br />and the bride rushed in and said to me. <br />“Dave look after these for me“ <br />She then commenced to hand me <br />her bridal bouquet and handbag. <br />One of our friends Donall <br />gave me a hug and kiss <br />and asked me to marry him. <br />His partner Janice grabbed her camera <br />and took a photo of me, <br />bridal bouquet in one hand, handbag in the other <br />and a lopsided smile from the mouth ulcer I had. <br />Right there and then I became a bride, but not the groom. <br /> <br /> <br />20 November 2008 <br /> <br />Author’s note: <br />I dedicate this poem to: <br />Janice Windle (who took the photo) <br />Donall Dempsey (who planted the kiss) <br />Tara (the real bride for dropping me in it.)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-the-bride-but-not-the-groom/
