Poetry Friday: Buoyant Hope

Buoyant Hope

 

Stretched thin and drifting,

hope is lightly buoyant; we

only need look up.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013

Poetry Friday: The Reception

 The Reception

We negotiate

this dance of joy and loss. We

cut the rug of life!

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013



Poetry Friday: Sister of the Bride

Sister of the Bride

 

Years of dress-up from

the costume box, swish and swirl

in her wedding dress.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013

 

 

Poetry Friday: Parents of the Bride

Parents of the Bride

 

Joy curves around the

hollowed empty space of her

leaving us behind.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013

Poetry Friday: Mother of the Bride

Mother of the Bride

Seated behind her,

rising from the chair to dance

into her future.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013

 

My lupus flared the night before the wedding. Arriving in a wheelchair, I was blessed to stand and walk down the aisle for the ceremony and then to dance at the reception. Joy!