This day matters, even
though I was not there.

It does not seem to matter
to my parents as much,
A couple of years
flew by..
I came along.

Now, I have the photograph
of their wedding

In a violet memory box

In the photograph, ivory
decorations marvelled at
the beauty

My mum doesn’t want her
dress now
I don’t know where she
keeps it.

The flowers started to fade
                         as the years crawled by.

You might be
wondering why my
parents don’t
seem to
care about this day.