A Bride’s Smile

• Dhinashie Wathukarage, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

There she was walking down the aisle ...Maya, my one and only sister. She came dressed in a glamorous, rich red colour dress that reminded me of a rose. She was covered from head to toe in ravishing and shining gold. I could hear people happily cheering and under all the noise I could hear her anklets chime. From under her veil her brown eyes caught mine and a beautiful smile, of a bride rose.