Photo by Kay Kauffman
The pretty princess
In the beautiful ballgown
Waltzes down the aisle.
The pretty princess
Holds court with friends both old and
New on the big day.
Baby blues sparkle
With mischief and merriment
As she plots her reign.
The pretty princess
Did not expect a handsome
Prince to thwart her plans.
But now the pretty
Princess has her prince, and they’ll
Live for each other,
For now, for always.
At last, the pretty princess
Has her happily
Ever after. The end.
(c) 2013. All rights reserved.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 
Love it. 🙂 And great pic.
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Thank you! If only the rest of them had turned out as nicely. Which reminds me – send me that one of the four of us from the reception!
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Yes, I definitely will! I’m going to try to remember to do that tonight. I don’t have it on my work computer.
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Okay, I’ll look for it later then. I had so much fun reminiscing with you and Angela!
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Beautiful words and photo! 🙂
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Thank you! She was a beautiful bride and it was a beautiful wedding.
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Great poem. What are you going to do with the dress now?
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Thanks! Sadly, the dress will probably just hang in my closet and collect dust, along with all my other formal gowns, but maybe Seymour and I can put it to good use one day. I hope we can, anyway. 🙂
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You could offer it to your daughter, then when she’s rolling about the floor having hysterics, sadly put it away.
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She’s got many a year to go before she’ll be tall enough not to trip over it, and if she takes after her mother, she’ll never fill it out – there’s no way to take it in as much as she’d need. But my old prom dresses hail from a skinnier day; there’s promise in them. 😉
Of course, it’ll still be a while before she’ll be tall enough not to trip over them. She’s only ten, even if she likes to think she’s 16.
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I try to remind my daughter that she doesn’t know everything about everything on the entire planet, but she won’t have it.
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There’s a saying my husband likes. It’s something along the lines of, “The older I get, the smarter my parents become.” Perhaps one day your daughter will say the same.
Of course, there’s another saying that I like. It goes, “If at first you don’t succeed, do it like your mother told you.”
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I’m just an old crock, so naturally my spawn knows everything; right uptil the time she can’t do it on her own whence I once again become “Daddy…?”
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Funny how that works, isn’t it?
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Until the day I die, I suspect.
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