A poem for a bride and groom – an epithalamiam.
And so begins a father’s loss
with a black tie and a white dress
and lovely pictures.
Gripping memories of decades past,
holding hands and holding tight,
which is forever in a child’s eyes.
But now he lets go,
making room for his son’s bride.
And so begins a father’s gain
This is an epithalamiaum, written for a poetry prompt at Poetic Bloomings. This type of poem is about a bride and groom. I chose to write from the perspective of the groom’s father.
I have no daughter-in-law yet, but I might have to save this for the father’s toast at a reception.