Wedding Story

by Justine C. Tajonera

How would anyone know
that it really happened?

Some people bring home
pictures, videos,
little souvenirs of bells
or flowers
or cake.

And they will bring home
a story.

The story is just as real,
just as essential
as all the other tangible
things.

A friend of mine shared
a story with me,
one that is five years
old.

He told me about
my wedding day:
how it was humid that day,
that he saw happiness
brimming on
all sides,
our certainty
as we walked
down the aisle.

And most beautiful of all,
he told me how love
became
real and
vivid
again, something
he could believe.

This story is more
precious
than anything I ever saved
of that day.

for Erwin
(March 4, 2010)
Read the blog here: http://myriadminutiae.wordpress.com/2005/04/24/unforgettable/

Butterflies On Your Wedding Day

There were butterflies
in church
when you were
married.
They had large
yellow and black
wings
and they flitted
about the altar
like angels
watching over
you.

Butterflies are
ephemerids,
their lives lasting
only days.
So too are feelings,
even happiness or
being in
love.

I say a prayer
for both you:
let this promise
hold you together
through the days
to come
and all things
temporary.

Let butterflies
grace your constant
and hardy garden
through sunshine
and storms.

For Jong and Chai
(Oct. 17, 2009
Sanctuario de San Jose, Greenhills, Mandaluyong City)