Peter Rafferty
January 20, 2013
The First Year
January 20, 2013

Mother of the Bride

For one glorious day this August, I was the Mother of the bride.
For my beautiful daughter, I felt an overwhelming wave of pride inside.
It overflowed; Neptune himself could not have turned its tide!
And there she was statuesque, regal in her white attire,
Making her promise to God, the best of wives she would aspire.
The enormity of the moment made my heart lift even higher.
Snow white blooms were everywhere on display.
But she, the most beautiful flower in history,
Outshone everything and everyone that day.