Wedding Cake Tiers

The lovely bride walks up the aisle

As teardrops moisten many a smile

And here comes the rangy handsome groom

To gasps of approval that fill the room.

So fresh, so young, these radiant teens,

So ready for  new grownup scenes.

What glorious changes await the pair

About to enter the adult sphere.

First home, their first joint bank account,

Chaotic stuff beginning to mount

Await the smiling groom and bride,

Who beams with confidence at his side.

I know at heart I’m much too gentle

With tears that brand me sentimental

But in an age of marital sheddings

I always cry at first weddings.