She steps into the car
Its gleaming surfaces 
Adorned with gladioli and motia*
She’s the bride tonight 
Garlands also lovingly 
Entwine in her hair 
Their fragrance filling 
The nighttime air 
Eyes bright
Face shining with expectation 
She glances behind her 
Just for a moment 
One last time 
At that spot where she stood
Leaving behind her childhood 
Marking the end of her maidenhood
She smiles
Nostalgia now sits there 
Young, hopeful and light
Eyes bright 
Face shining with expectation 
Waiting to fill the space
That has been so tenderly placed
Into her sacred embrace.

* Motia: The Jasmine flower.