white lace, your dress
promises, forever honored
love, always each other
wedding, today’s the day
 
Your tux, look at you, smiling.
Velvet, your tie… is that a clipon?
Love, passion, patience, joy…
Wedding, really? I’m dreaming…

friends and family, everywhere
best man, right there
almost wife, facing me
questions asked, i do
 
Mother crying in the pews,
Husband smiling “I also do”
The kiss, the love, the tears of joy,
Later on… a little boy.

little boy not so little
husband and wife, still in love
little girl almost here
husband and wife, almost parents of two
 
Edward David, growing strong,
Sylvia Marie, hair growing long.
Husband is sleeping in his chair,
Wife runs her fingers through his hair.

husband smiles in his sleep
edward david goes off with his friends
sylvia marie plays with her dolls
wife snuggles onto husband like before
 
Edward David is accepted to state,
Sylvia Marie is out on a date.
Husband is anxious about his girl,
Wife reassures “It’s not the end of the world.”

edward david, valdictorian
sylvia marie planning her wedding vows
husband doesn’t wanna lose his girl
wife “remember when that was us?”
 
Edward David met a girl, too.
Sylva Marie, down the aisle, “I do.”
Husband, glaring at his new son-in-law,
Wife, sniffling and calming her trembling jaw.

edward david with his girl
sylvia marie with her man
husband with wife
poetry is their life
 
Years pass on and together they stay,
Writing each other notes, like back in the day.
Wife’s face becomes old, her skin is frail.
Husband’s glowing skin becomes a bit pale.

husband is now grandfather
wife, grandmother
spoiling their grandchildren
being scolded by edward and sylvia

White lace, a dress hangs in the closet,
Promises, honored and obeyed.
Love, always each other, all these years.
Wedding, the anniversary… they remember.