The Wedding Reception

Guests at a wedding we joined the throng
of dancers in the village hall;
the bride and groom were rather long
in the tooth, the guests the same,
but next to her parents against the wall
there flickered a little flame.

Fanned by the breeze from the dancing feet
and fuelled by sips of sweet champagne,
as waltzing changed to a disco beat
so the flame became a fire.
She started to dance without being vain
and the temperature climbed higher.

Youth and her innocence caused a glow
to spread across that middle aged room.
Such joy as we no longer know
made her laugh and sing out loud.
We all turned to watch and even the groom
joined in the admiring crowd.

Men stood entranced but then something stirred
in every woman's breast - the fear
recalled from their own Day - and I heard
the whispering mother chide
"Now that's quite enough. Just you come back here.
How dare you dim the bride !"