Joyful, frugal celebration!
By Rhiannonw
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Her ring was old, her grandma’s gold;
her love, commitment new and true;
her dress she’d had to borrow,
and must return tomorrow;
her posy was of violets blue
– freshly picked, he’d found just a few
down by the river.
This was no sop to superstition,
or slavish following of tradition –
just judicious use of their resources
for married life on slim finances,
and family and friends together
gladly provide a buffet spread
so all who come to this occasion
to celebrate this joyful happy union,
can stay for fellowship and laughter
and be well fed.
[IP: Old saying re weddings “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue” –
I know violets are violet, but traditionally they are thought of as blue, and they seemed the most appropriate flowers for this occasion!]
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good IP response Rhiannon -
good IP response Rhiannon - thank you!
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Warm touches in this wedding
Warm touches in this wedding poem; love is the guest of honor here and it is well seated in your words.
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I though you perefectly
I though you perefectly captured the IP here Rhiannon, in what is a lovely poem.
Dougie Moody
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An elegant adaptation of a
An elegant adaptation of a well-known saying, Rhiannon, but at the risk of sounding pedantic I wouldn't describe the tradition as slavish nor a sop to superstition.
Kind regards, Luigi
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Congratulations! This is our PIck of the Day 6th Feb 2024
sweetly charming, this is our Facebook & Twitter/X pick of the day.
Please could all readers give this a shout out on social media.
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"Her ring was old, her
"Her ring was old, her grandma's gold;
her love, commitment new and true;"
A thoughtful reflection of tradition and practicalities when it comes to marriage. Still a valued institution but costs need to be considered carefully when there are other financial priorities.
So much to think about prompted by your articulate and skilful poem, Rhiannon. Paul
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Money can't buy you love
Money can't buy you love. My cafe owner says money can't make you happy, but it is better to be rich and miserable than to be poor and miserable.
Excellent poem actually! Tom
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material possession
The religion of capitalism, the counter culture, “happiness comes over a counter” the philosophy of “I have therefore I am”.
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