Dedicated to Louise Cabral Jackson
On this nineteenth day in November
Early tide washes ashore, as seagulls
Fly past the large bay windows
Of the grand old Midland Hotel.
I watch you sleep, a still beauty
In silk lingerie, peaceful in the quiet hours
As the morning light bathes us whole;
There will be a wedding today.
There is a touch of frost in the balcony
But we dare to venture out in nervous laughter
Looking across Morecambe Bay
To the first of the snows on the hills.
The hours pass and the hairdresser
Sculpts your hair, as we sip Champagne
And speak of black and red dresses,
Ring bearers and long stemmed white roses.
I sit at the edge of the bed
As you kneel beside me gently
Applying the lipstick and foundation
Like a lover and a painter, studying my face.
I pause and close my eyes, overwhelmed,
Taking in each delicate intimate brush
In this play of touch and colours
You my love are the beautiful bride.
A couple of knocks on the door
And friends start to gather with gifts
And sparkling wine flows tempering the nerves
As three o’clock is fast approaching.
The winter sun is high in the sky now
A quick spray of perfume and we are ready.
Walking down the spiral stairs, hand in hand,
Under the expectant gaze of family and friends.
I am caught in a daydream
As the wedding singers play Halo
And we follow the cue to walk in
In this white room filled with so much love and light.
Please wear this ring as a token of my love
And affection, now and always.
I promise to love and care for you
For the rest of our lives together.
Janete Cabral-Jackson Copyright