Two weddings and no funeral
The first time I wed
it was in Parrow church
since it was bigger
than the one in Belville.
The church was packed
and I waited
while the golden metallic Mercedes
drove a couple of times
around the church.
My heart skipped a beat
when you entered
dressed in white
and to this day
your beauty still baffles me.
I was at my nerves edge
and so were you,
but we did fine
and I received you
from you dad
and my brother
gave me the ring
with it’s seven diamonds
to me a special thing
for which I sold my motorbike.
We said our words,
kissed and cameras
caught every thing.
The reception was at the Cape Sun
and I remember struggling
to get the garter belt off
and you blushed
when my hands found
your right leg.
Every thing went very well
and that evening
was our only honeymoon
since furniture and rent
had taken the money
that I possed.
The wedding with my second wife
was at Winterton
near the Drakensberg mountains
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poem by Gert Strydom
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