Palest of pink, my wedding dress,
your suit, the blackest of blacks.
They raised up our chairs above the rest,
you simply could not relax.
This journey was unfamiliar for you,
my Italian-Catholic boy.
But this is Tradition for a Jew
(I'm pretty sure I heard you scream "OY!")
I blew many kisses into the air
from my lofty perch.
You, Dear, white-knuckled the back of your chair
and felt each sway and lurch.
But now it's fifteen years later;
we have ridden every tide.
And still, there's no memory greater
than our exciting Wedding Day ride.
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| Writing Prompt |
Look at some old photographs and write about a memory or a thought that they give you. If possible (not required) include the image in your poem. |
Author Notes
At a Jewish wedding reception, the bride and groom are lifted up on chairs and carted around the room. The purpose of this tradition is to single them out in honor of their celebration.
IN THE PICTURE ABOVE: Notice the glazed, terrified look in the groom's eyes and how his left hand is holding onto the back of the chair for dear life? Meanwhile, his wife is cheerily waving at the crowd.
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