2006 Copyright BS
The smoothness of my satin dress,
The sudden fear and nervousness,
Then Father's reassuring smile,
The slow procession down the aisle,
The glimpse of Mother , misty -eyed,
But smiling with maternal pride,
The blur of faces as I passed,
And came to reach your side at last,
Of memories that I recall,
There's one I treasure most of all,
Your eyes met mine, and I could see,
The wonder of your love for me.
I REMEMBER
This poem was written by Phyllis Watt many years ago.
I came across it whilst reminiscing through my " treasured memories box"
The clipping has turned yellow with age but the sentiments it portrays
will have special meaning to those
"who remember"
I came across it whilst reminiscing through my " treasured memories box"
The clipping has turned yellow with age but the sentiments it portrays
will have special meaning to those
"who remember"
