Her Wedding Day

 

Dressed in a smooth satin

And a kiara cum Marry Slessor hybrid headgear

With a train sparingly laced with flower throws

She walked up beside her father

In steps delicate and slow.

It was her wedding day

 

When earlier it shone, it was sunshine bright

When later it rained, it was blessed showers

Spirits were high, true joy flowed

There was honey in the rock

There was flowered hope.

It was a true-joy filled day

On this

Her Wedding Day