I Stood Out

How I Met Him

My brothers wedding,
Beautifully crafted by women,
Everyone was dressed in white,
Even the men--

I was dressed in yellow,
I was the little sister of the groom,
I was the flower girl,
And I stood out--

My hair was pulled into a cute bun,
My eyes were light with make-up,
My six year old body was just beginning to grow,
And I looked better than the bride--

Her father died when she was 4,
So she walked with my father,
And I could see her tears,
They stained her pretty white dress--

I stood at the alter and smiled,
Showing everyone my clean teeth,
(my brother made me brush!),
And I knew I loved him. Right. Then.

He stood beside my brother,
He was wearing white,
But his tie was striped,
The color was yellow--

Ten years later I was 16,
I was standing at my brothers funeral,
Everyone was wearing black,
Even the women--

I was wearing pink,
I was the little sister of the deceased,
I was the pitied one,
And I stood out--

I stood at the podium and smiled,
Showing everyone my clean teeth,
(I forced myself to brush),
And I knew I loved him. Still. Now.

He stood beside my sister-in-law,
He was wearing black,
But his tie was striped,
The color was pink--

Ten years later I smiled,
Showing my clean teeth,
(My fiance made me),
And I Knew I Loved Him. And Always. Will.

My flower girl was a boy,
My ring bearer was a cat,
Everyone was wearing pink,
Even The Men--

I was wearing yellow,
I was the blushing bride,
I was the little girl-- now a woman,
And I stood out--