The Bridesmaid
This wedding is better
than the last she was at.
A totally different man, and hat.
A different me with an older cat,
and a streak of grey in my black frizzy hair.
This one is better.
More quiet and warm.
More normal, and somehow just softer and calm.
The food is more healthy.
I'm drinking more tea,
as my neices play games around the legs of the guests.
I did catch the bouquet,
at the last one you know,
but I don't think it had much to say,
yet this one is better,
in every way.
It's as busy and happy as my wedding day.