Wedding tales

June 13, 2008
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Delicate folds of lace
stiffened with age,
unfurl easily,
casting dust
within the trunk
elsewhere.

Creased fingers raise
the veil,
while three pairs
of admiring young eyes
watch their grandmother
reminisce.

Her soft eyes smiled,
recalling sweet memories
of her happiest day.
Stories of love
spill abundantly
from her lips

The precious cloth
gently returned,
tales ended and
words silenced
with the lid’s
final click.

Tenderly gazing
at the three,
she brightened
knowing her
beloved memories
would not be lost





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