In 2020, weddings look very different. This poem is dedicated to Aria and Bailey as they celebrate a new marriage, to Tara whose wedding attendant duties evolved and to family and friends who safely joined the ceremony from afar. Very few of us could be there in person. Love can expand to fill the distances.
A year ago, the bridesmaid carried the bouquet of roses.
Her pink dress with lace came to the knee and she wore flowers in her hair.
She preserved the happy memories and delicate petals.
They record hugs, smiles, and vows shared.
Happy times live in these floral symbols.
Today, the maid of honour pushes back her hair to put on headphones.
Her ice blue dress flows long, the hemline unseen on the screen.
She plays the slides, photos and music as she waits for the bride.
Zoom records good wishes, the bridal bouquet and the vows.
The flowers are digital, but the love is real.
– V. Ferrier