She would walk into a wedding always

dressed in grace, bliss and happiness

that the older ladies and gentlemen would

label as ‘bold’ and ‘weird’

for she would always pass by

with her head held high

even though she had no man by her side

and would be much older than

the bride.

They whispered about her solo travels

and shook their heads over what was surely

to be a lonely future.

For she was the girl who

was single and strutted around,

daring to be happy.

They would talk, advise,

squash discussions on choices by

throwing words around ‘culture’ and ‘tradition.’

In the meantime, she would just live.

 

Credit – Last line taken from the book P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern.