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Love, honour, and Oy vey!

"Do you take this house for your lawful husband," I thought I heard him say.
"I beg your pardon, Father, but could you repeat that, pray?"
"Of course my dear," the priest replied, and I focussed hard -
my nerves were glass, as were my thoughts, this was but a shard.
"Do you take this man..." he said. Much better now, I smiled
but when he spoke again I lost it, and my eyes grew wild.
"To care and to clean," came to my ears, which wasn't right - a sham!
"from this day forward"-- I need reassurance! I'll look upon my man!
Oh there he is, the reason that I'm standing here at all
and look he hasn't noticed, he thinks Father's on the ball.
"for fetter" -- Oh no, not again. Now what am I to do?
"for worse" -- I'll just ignore it - just a minute more or two.
"for repair" -- Lalala, can't hear you. Those cannot be the words.
"for poorer" -- Well, that one could follow, even though first is absurd.
"in sickness fix yourself" -- Is it almost over? I cannot wait to leave.
"until in death you part?" -- Why is my bridesmaid waving? Is something on her sleeve?
And then the prolonged silence registered at last.
Perhaps it was the staring, or throat-clearing amassed.
Suddenly embarrassed, I blurted out, "I do."
Wasn't that the answer? Or did I flub that too?
I waited on my man's response, relieved it all went fine
then turned to friends and family at the appointed time.
A glance I spared my father - as usual he frowned
so I turned my gaze on mother, whose eyes were looking down.
A flood of memories took me back to hours of toil and grief -
slave to four brick walls she was, youth stolen by that thief -
and my heartbeat picked up pace, my panic rose to heights
that I had never felt before, the doorway filled my sight.
The priest, from right behind me, all smiles and arms spread wide
said,"I now pronounce you man and housewife!" I screamed all the way outside.

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