A Father's Lament
Today a love was consummated
with promises to honor and love
and possibly obey, I couldn't say
exactly what the vows consisted of.
The reverend droned with relevant
admonitions for the lovely pair.
Oh, my little girl,
my little girl with the golden hair
Pulled back in a pony-tail,
shining laughter, knowing no shame
from missing front teeth - it seems
memories most vivid appear in a frame.
"Do you take this woman?"
Oh, little girl rest your head on my chest
for a perpetual moment,
for an infinite caress.
"Do you take this man?"
No! My heart jumped with a start
of desperation. "No," I shouted,
but my lips betrayed me and failed to part.
Today a love was consummated.
Flushed with rapture, the lovely pair,
with wholesome intent, stood wrapped
in a legacy of love, unaware.