Purple is my favorite color
and I’m glad Mommy chose it
for our satin dresses today.
She let me wear lacy gloves
and a bird-of-paradise wrist corsage.
The church was lovely with fall flowers
and statues and candles
and afternoon light pouring through
colorful stained glass
which lit up the golden paint trim too.
Her friend P read the love chapter from Corinthians.
Pastor E. gave the blessing at the end.
We were royalty, walking down the aisle
behind the priest in his white robe
with the golden cross lifted high.
After the pictures on the shaded lawn
we drove to the packed reception hall.
The Kelso ladies cooked a wonderful dinner
of pork tenderloin, real mashed potatoes and gravy,
hot rolls, green beans, and corn. After dinner
the four of us left for evening mass.
Mommy said, “It’s tradition.”
We watched her carefully for right times to kneel,
then some of her beads and sequins popped off
and bounced on the floor.
They left a sparkling trail of confetti.
When we returned to the hall
Daddy was waiting outside in his truck.
He just wanted to say hello, and I felt sorry for him,
because he seemed strangely sad
yet glad to see us in our dresses.
Inside I chatted with school friends, Grandpa and Grandma,
and Aunt N. and Uncle G. They brought his boys along,
our favorite cousins close to our age,
and Aunt N. said, “Did you know we brought you
your very own dance partners
all the way from St. Louis tonight?”
All of us smiled, and the rest of the night
the four of us danced, both slow and fast.
While we spun under the chandeliers
I felt happy and pretty and light
and I saved those moments inside
like my own special treasure.