The Proposal – Conclusion

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Mother was still in shock and amazement, at a total loss for words.  I would have gotten enjoyment out of that had the circumstances been different.  That’s when daddy spoke again, “Miriam, do you really think that I didn’t suspect about you and James?  I have for a long time.  I knew there were too many signs that you were at least flirting with him too much for being married!”

Mother looked over at me and managed a weak smile and then said, “John, I think it would be okay, don’t you, if Savannah rode home with Adrian so we can talk?”  Daddy nodded his agreement.

That was 6 months ago and now I sit here waiting on Mother to come put my hair up for my wedding, mine and Adrian’s.  My gown is a simple cut, I didn’t want anything fancy and since the blowout between my parents, mother has been especially agreeable to me.  She and daddy are closer now than they have ever been in all the years that I can remember.

I was just daydreaming while sitting here in the quiet and realized that we’ve all had an extraordinarily peaceful  time.  Mother told me about what happened that day.  Yes, mother and I talk about everything.  Truly, that day was the beginning of a beautiful relationship between us.

After Adrian and I rode off, mother broke down crying to daddy and confessed everything.  She said it only happened a couple of times and promised it was no more than that.  She begged daddy to forgive her.  Mother said that she felt pretty certain that I was his child but could not be 100% positive and that’s why she was so against Adrian and I being together. 

Daddy did some crying of his own, she said, and yelling too.  But, being the kind and generous man that he is, in the end said to  her, “Miriam, I wish you would have confessed all this to me a long time ago and saved us both a lot of pain and heartache.  I married you ‘for better or worse’.  When I said those vows before God and man, I meant every word of it.  If I don’t forgive you, how can I expect God to forgive me on my Judgement Day?”

“I am so very sorry, John!”

“I wish you would have trusted me more,” daddy quietly told her, “because we could have had this out of the way years ago and actually had a chance for some happiness.   But God’s timing is not ours and he definitely moves in ‘mysterious ways’, so we will just have to move on from here and put this all behind us!”

Mother said that was when she fell into his outstretched arms and they kissed for the first time in many years.  I think it was the beginning of a whole new romance for them.  Of course, today is the first day of the rest of my life too!  My life with Adrian…

Mother just arrived with my veil and brought me out of my revery.  “Time to make you beautiful for your husband,” she said with a smile as a tear rolled down her cheek.  “I hope you will be as happy as I am right now!  I love you Savannah.”

“I love you too Mother!”

The End

Teresa Marie  11/26/11

By The Sea

Oh my darling love
where can you be?

I’ve been waiting here
standing by the sea

This is the day
you’re to marry me

For this loving union
is our true destiny

I stand here looking
your ship to see

Yet it hasn’t appeared
I’m beginning to worry

But I’ll wait darling
long as need be

Dear God, from fear
please set me free

Look over my love
bring him to me

We’ll say our vows
before man and Thee!

Teresa Marie  11/7/11

 

Painted On My Soul

As I watched you
turn and walk away
there were no words
that I could say

At that very moment
I was struck dumb
my heart had dropped
my mind was numb

Painted on my soul
there will forever be
the depth of pain
etched by this memory

Of what you did
 my heart you betray
on the very eve
of our wedding day!

Teresa Marie  11/5/11

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Left Standing Alone

You left me standing alone

The church was full today

The ringing of my cell phone

I wanted to run away

I’m sorry’s all you said

With so many staring faces

Wished you were dead

A tear my cheek traces

Was none of it meant?

The passion was it fake?

When we lay together spent

Was all a big mistake?

Hate you for doing this

Should have told me before

And given me a kiss

Before you hit the door.

Teresa Marie  8/16/11

Poetry Potluck Week 48:
Passionate Nights of Love