Always The Bride, But Not The Groom

Always the bride, but not the groom that is what I became when I went to a Wedding in October. We went to the wedding, then along to the reception. I stood talking to a couple of friends and the bride rushed in and said to me. “Dave look after these for me“ She then commenced to hand me her bridal bouquet and handbag. One of our friends Donall gave me a hug and kiss and asked me to marry him. His partner Janice grabbed her camera and took a photo of me, bridal bouquet in one hand, handbag in the other and a lopsided smile from the mouth ulcer I had. Right there and then I became a bride, but not the groom. 20 November 2008 Author’s note: I dedicate this poem to: Janice Windle (who took the photo) Donall Dempsey (who planted the kiss) Tara (the real bride for dropping me in it.)