Past haunts our present
it can block our future or open our door
as time ticks steadily on a day becomes a week
fern laced in baby's breath forms hearts
around brass candelabras
for my nephew's wedding
too young to marry
those long ago weeks of barely enough food money or love
my brother and his girlfriend married anyway
and raised a son
taking on a world of struggle
building slowly at times reckless or desperate
and other times so wonderful that
a full moon walk in the woods becomes the most
precious of times together
the best of life
as i remember music announces
the entrance of my brother and sister-in-law
he looking debonair and handsome in his tux
and she
how can i describe how beautiful she was walking
up the aisle with grace and confidence enough
to wear a black backless gown
and later laid her head against her son's chest crying
while they danced
(c)debbie lass 2003
from gaily forward
Keith Enterprises Inc
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