Till Death Do Us Part

Dressed all in white,
a circlet of orchids
forming a halo
on a head bereft of hair;
long since gone
her auburn curls

Around her slender neck
a pearl choker,
a gift from her late mother.
Her dress, almost medieval;
laced at the front
with long flowing sleeves
to hide her needle ravaged arms.

In her hands
a bouquet of mock orange blossom
tied with pink ribbons;
the delicate scent of the flowers
filling the air
and for just a moment
the lingering odours that flood the room
are forgotten.

She walks slowly,
heel to toe, heel to toe
following the wide line
painted on the worn linoleum floor
of a room so familiar to them both
that they laughingly call it ‘home’

At the end of the room
waiting in a wheelchair
a young man as bald as she,
his pallid skin
made more so by the greyness of his suit.
On seeing her
his face is fills with colour,
the light in his eyes
matched only by the width of his smile

 
She stops beside his chair
then kneels to face him
her eyes looking directly in to his.
Taking one another’s hands
each then pledge their troth.
Their poignant vow
to stay true unto death
not lost on those witnessing
an event most never expected to see.


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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart
--Helen Keller
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