The wedding morning

The wedding day
It was early morning, too early for anyone to be awake or to realise that
this was an important day just beginning, the colour of peach.
And all around a few people due to come together that day, drifted
in and out of sleep; in between awake and dreams.

The first birds clears it’s soft throat and calls.
A reminder, that sends a shot of excitement through a young woman’s heart.
She is awake, the colour of white.

The phone rings, she leaps to answer it, a well wishing father, a caring mother,
a good friend. She sits on the edge of the bed and stares at her dress, it is like
another woman in the room and she speaks to it. “Well it’s me and you kid…
…And him of course.” She smiles. “Him” the colour of pink.

Everywhere, people are bathing, showering, dressing, applying make-up,
fussing with ties, kilts, socks, bras, earrings, rings…rings? Rings?…Ah yes Rings-
the phone rings again! A friend overseas who can’t be here, she sends love and hugs and she cries a little with the young woman, who has to re apply
her mascara, the colour of chocolate.

A last look in the mirror, she admits to herself that she is perfect!
Well everyone else is saying it!
The car arrives and she steps out to meet her father, she is nervous and blissful.
He is nervous and proud, so proud, the colour of gold.

The guests arrive, the groom arrives, the sun arrived hours ago, but he told rain and she arrives, doesn’t want to miss the celebrations, so sun and rain turn up, and they’ve brought rainbow too, and she is gorgeous, the colours of red, yellow, orange, purple, blue, white, gold, peach, chocolate, pink…. the colours of you.