Where is she?
Where is the infant
who made parents out of two children,
and gave new meaning to the word love,
who dressed up in mama's skirts and papa's shoes,
who practiced music for obedience sake
and always came home on time?
Where is the teen who scraped the bike
and then the car,
who hated braces but never complained-
at least not about braces-
who went to church, and complained
about double standards and unfairness of life?
There she is—in her wedding gown—trying not to cry
as she straightens Papa's tie
and wipes tears from Mama's eyes.
