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A Gathering of ThoughtsLook at you! Face aglow Heart on fire Midst white lace And promises Yards of satin And flowers. Look at us! Several generations Wiping silent tears Some still looking Into their own eyes of love Others anywhere but. Most wrapped up In the beauty Of the moment All in a private place Of our own thoughts. Look at you! This really is Your day His day The blending of two pasts Two presents Two futures One eternity. Look at us! A Whitman's Sampler assortment Of ages and experiences. Some remembering fondly Wistfully Painfully Their time Of Cinderella and Prince Charming. Others hoping With great expectation Little or no expectation For their turn. Most caught up In the wonder And absurdity Of Love. All willing to let today Be the fairytale It was meant to be. Look at you! Giving and receiving That one small symbol Of things never ending. How many futures Will be begun At this very instant Because of this one Simple step? Where you go I will go Croons the singer. The next road Of Life's progression Starts today My daughter. The two of you Will travel this one Hand in hand Heart to heart Room only for two For a time. Look at me! Your Mother Mother of the Bride So proud So happy So sad So afraid That I could burst Into song Or into pieces. It's OK.... Brides and their Mothers Are allowed that On a day Like today. Pat Reeves (c) October 13, 2002 - Edited January 11, 2003 FOR MY DAUGHTERS, WITH LOVE. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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