At the Footbridge
At the footbridge she stands
in a gossamer bridal veil
torn between her two hearts
The pure promise of love in his eyes beckons her
Honor of parents and family pulls her back
He is of a different religion and culture
A forbidden fruit if she bites
would banish her from home and hearth
Her cheeks flush with
warmth of mom’s bosom
when she cradled her fevered head
Dad’s hand holding her tiny finger
swims in the pools of her eyes
The gaze of his deep eyes melts her
The beat of his heart she feels in hers
Visions of bliss in his arms allure and pull
Her young life quivering on a devastating choice
she ponders, holding the train of her dress
if the waters below could embrace and erase her pain
Written on:07/20/2016
Contest:'At the Footbridge' by Julia Wards
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