Auntie Maudie bought a hat
to wear at Sylvie’s wedding.
Its beauty touched her ageing heart
and set her thoughts re-treading.
Memories came flooding back
of the day she’d married Fred,
re-capturing her girlish dreams,
with beauty on her head.
They took their places on the left
and waited for the bride.
The smart creation trembled
as Auntie Maudie cried.
For years he’d been her idol
but now, alas, a fallen one
for Uncle Fred should not have said
that he preferred her woollen one.
© Marion Sharville