My Bride in the Blue Dress

My Bride in the Blue Dress

I see that day across the gulf of my life(s years

It was August not June
The day as brilliant as it was hot
she wore a blue dress not white
she had no flowers but those in the print of her dress
Her sister stood for her my cousin for me
No dead food, no catered hall
Just she and me and two who were close then to us

Time has withered the girls in white dresses
and the young men they wed
but it has passed on her love of me
not wilted by a single day
She stands in my mind now
    My love in the blue flowed dress