The Flower Girl..

 Between the pomp and joy of the wedding celebration,
the was this adorable little girl who stole my attention.

Carefree and innocently , she moved around merrily,
for the occasion she, rendered the services of a flower girl delightfully.

Gracefully , she walked down the aisle,
she reached out for the petals in her basket in style,
scattering them along the path with her angelic smile.

The path where the bride and groom walked towards their new beginnings,
for which the petals were scattered, signifying prosperity and blessings.

It is said the during the times of the ancient Romans,
the bride was preceded down the aisle by young girls.
Holding baskets filled with wheat and herbs,
that may not be seen as usual to us.

But the significance of these rituals,
was for bringing about good health and blessings.
As well as keeping away the newly married couple,
from the undesirable and eyes of the evil.

Since then, the history of flower girls has evolved,
but is still a dominant wedding  tradition centuries throughout.

Comments

  1. Unknown8 February 2018 at 11:19

    ❤❤❤ gorgeous pic n a lovely string of words to go with it ☺

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