She is young and flawless
in her simple yet elegant white gown,
a flowered hat upon her head,
a small silver chain draped around her neck,
all meant for a woman twice her age.

She stands next to a tall, handsome young man
dressed in a gray suit with a black tie,
his hair neatly combed to the side,
her one true lover.

Their caressing arms around each other
both with a look of fear
and of happiness across their faces,
they are to be wed
'til death do them part.

The young girl, fifteen years old
with a fiancé beside her.
She is much too young
to be yet a woman
with a family.

This photo does not resemble the worn
but still beautiful woman
I now call my nana,
and the gray, brittle man
I now call my grandpa.
Now both in their sixties,
their once-true love now gone.

My nana changed so much
from the small girl in this photo,
the hardworking life
she endured too early,
for the change from
girl to mother came too fast.