Lucky Dip Number 29
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Our Daughter's Wedding
There are days the sun never ceases to shine And days when its glimpses are few But the day our youngest daughter was wed Showed never a hint of blue. "Pick up my train and we'll run for the church" Was the urgent task she assigned And that plus a brolly held over her head Made our entrance seem less than refined. Gathering her dignity in both of her hands We slowly progressed up the aisle To join her beloved and betrothed at the front As he turned and gave her a smile. At rehearsal the minister made it clear That with this my task was complete So leaving her there I joined my wife And together we took our seat. Not that her mother and I refused To give our daughter away, But 'who gives this woman' were obsolete words This minister never would say. The photographer did an excellent job (Just ask and I'll give you the name) For although no pictures could be taken outside The results were superb all the same. My speech at reception seemed to go well Though 'twas unscripted humour best pleased For the laughter evoked took me by surprise As unforeseen meaning was seized! A three year old grandchild we had by this time (For I'd been through all this once before) Who when dancing was having the time of her life As she commandeered the floor. On video was captured a moment of fun Holding hands with a boy her own age For he sneezed into his while covering his mouth And with her's did then reengage. She inspected her hand as she pulled away Then wiped it down her dress And the look when he tried to take it again Showed this was no way to impress. So tired was she when evening came That fast asleep she did fall And later watched video in surprised disbelief Of those scenes she could not recall. As we dashed for our cars at the end of a day That had given us all so much pleasure I thought how often it's unscheduled things That provide the best moments to treasure. |