A daughter engaged.
Wedding plans begin.
Her mother is centre
from beginning to end.
The father knows nothing
Unless he asks.
Nothing is shared.
Nothing is tasked.
The mother is inside.
The father is out.
He doesn't complain.
He's not what this day is about.
He shares in so little.
He only waits for the day.
The Summer, the wedding
His cherished part in the play.
Father and daughter walk down the aisle
It's his honour, a daughter's gift of true grace.
Then they'll dance their one dance
And she's gone, just his tears in her place.