Two bouquets

two bouquets, one for the bride, 

one for the maiden of honor,

now the day is gone, the sun has set

but I smell the roses in my study

and remember the softness of her voice,

the warmth of her skin, her smile,

her curls, all of my daughter, my

maiden of honor, roses to remember

her by as she flies over darkened plains

to her home, so far away from me.