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Wedding Canopy
Rainbows, purest blue sky, June sun
all those we loved witnessed, as one
watched as I reached for your hand
You just bestowed my wedding band
and the glass was broken at your feet
Veil removed, smiling, our eyes meet
faces flushed with pride, summer heat
We were so young, so painfully shy
This was the first touch for you and me
You had to be sure this was to be
permissible for so many people to see
Your indecision stopped the ceremony
Even after our elders said it was fine
it was me who took your hand in mine
My manner assured, your smile content
As back down the aisle we finally went.
all those we loved witnessed, as one
watched as I reached for your hand
You just bestowed my wedding band
and the glass was broken at your feet
Veil removed, smiling, our eyes meet
faces flushed with pride, summer heat
We were so young, so painfully shy
This was the first touch for you and me
You had to be sure this was to be
permissible for so many people to see
Your indecision stopped the ceremony
Even after our elders said it was fine
it was me who took your hand in mine
My manner assured, your smile content
As back down the aisle we finally went.
Published 30th Apr 2019
| Edited 7th Aug 2019
Author's Note
Competition Piece: (Pinkie Promise) Our first touch was when we held hands as we left the chuppah (wedding canopy). There are differing customs - some say to hold hands later on, in the privacy of a room with a locked door (yichud). Some say to hold hands in front of the assembled. My husband was the latter, I of the former. The elders (wedding officiants, assembled rabbis) were disputing which custom would be followed. The ceremony was literally at a standstill until I took a deep breath, grabbed his hand, and held it for all to see. You could hear the sigh of relief as we proceeded back up the aisle. It has been almost 14 years, and I am still the bolder and more fearless of the two of us - with his total support.
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6th May 2019 4:57am
Very deep. 14 years is a long time. Its good to be the bold fearless one. It shows your strong in making decisions despite what others may think. Its hard dealing with people who can be Indecisive especially when it comes to different customs.
6th May 2019 11:52am
9th May 2019 00:16am
Chuppahs are beautiful, and I always loved the breaking of the glass. I've witnessed one Jewish wedding and it was so lovely. I am happy yours has lasted and brought much happiness and joy. The poem is worthy tribute - so I hope you share it with your husband.
9th May 2019 3:47am
Ahavati - I did, and he liked it a lot. It led to good reminiscing about our wedding day. Thank you for your compliments!
B'ahava,
Silence
B'ahava,
Silence
12th May 2019 2:27am
I really like this, It was such a beautiful romantic story, with apparently a happy ending, there are not too many poems like that around like that. It was a pleasure to read and read it out loud more than a few times.
Stellar ink :-)))))))))))))))
Stellar ink :-)))))))))))))))
12th May 2019 4:39am
Lovely back story to this one.
It's probably the balance of bold and reserved that makes it work.
It's probably the balance of bold and reserved that makes it work.
My wife made the Chuppah
We married late in our 30s
Even the Rabbi marveled at the beautiful cloth made by the Shiksa, though of course he did not use that word ...
A phenomenal day
We married late in our 30s
Even the Rabbi marveled at the beautiful cloth made by the Shiksa, though of course he did not use that word ...
A phenomenal day
