The Betrothal

The Betrothal

She was the mother of the bride
With her outfit of pink chiffon
With shoes, bag and gloves to match
Today she would not be outdone

And as she waited to be escorted
To her place of honor and respect
She thought about this child’s delivery
And all her life had been perfect

It’s a wonder she had done so well
Given the father of this conception
But then nature is quite a fickle thing
That we see in many exceptions

This so called father of her child
She refers to as only the donor man
For barely an hour past the deed
He was gone and no longer in the plan

Now eighteen years after that date
Her perfect child was betrothed
And as she waited she shed a tear
Her fiancé was nothing but an oaf

Parenthood was such a chore
She’d longed for when she’d be free
Unfortunately this was not the day
She had always thought it would be

This oaf of a future son-in-law
Had deluded her daughter with supplies
Of all the lines that a man could spin
Of damn lies and even damnable lies

Then as the music began to play
A young man escorted her down the aisle
She thought of all the things she'd do
And slowly her face began to smile

This future son-in-law
While waiting outside the door
Who was dreaming of the honeymoon
Had not a clue of what she had in store


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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Fickle...Conception...Exception...damnable...deliver...Betroth