The Aisle

She had her hair up in the latest style,
As we watched flowers fall to the floor,
He was waiting at the end of the aisle,
And soon they would open the doors.

I remember when she first learned to walk,
How she bounced as I held her hands,
And the day she learned how to ride her bike,
She wrecked, but we tried it again.

Then I saw the place of our breakfast dates,
Where we went early before school,
And her messy room with homework hug-breaks,
When tears and emotions were cruel.

I thought about drives home on ballet nights,
Her bare feet propped up on the dash,
Toe prints on windows, but I didn’t mind,
It was life on a flowered path.

She had her hair up in the latest style,
And he was waiting…
At the end of the aisle.

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2 thoughts on “The Aisle

  1. Excellent Brother.
    As your Mom says. you will someday experience this for sure. This also has the ability to bring back memories for us older grooms as we look back at our own weddings and seeing our brides in their gowns with their hair up. Keep up the work.
    Your Servant in Christ,
    Alton

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