A Variation on Vows
Guests arrive for the celebration.
Neat wrappings wait to lay crinkled.
Pressed formals hang in garment bags,
not knowing their fate.
seating cards are placed;
preludes and petit fours arranged.
No one knows what to expect.
The grandmother clings to one final wish—
Witness her granddaughter marry.
But malignant cells advance,
ravaging her frail body.
The mother wrestles;
where is my place—
with the soon-to-be bride,
or my dying mom?
The bride stares at her gown,
laid out on her bed;
stops in a moment of silence—
to celebrate love or honor a life.
Months of planning
never prepared them for a time,
when a wedding and a funeral may collide.
They compose toasts and eulogies.