The Wedding of Motoharu & Alexandra
You were forty. I was twenty-six. We thought
opposites attracted. It was like The Queen & I,
you five centimetres shorter in a Moss Bros suit,
me an English Rose in a puffy, white, off-the-peg dress.
When you drank champagne your hands went red.
At the rehearsal I remember you saying
carefully I do and me Ė well Ė just sniggering
until the usher, my cousin, joined in.
Mum said Donít be so stupid Alexandra.
The vicar said Donít worry, nerves do funny things.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Alex
Corrin-Tachibana would be pleased to hear