Sunday, October 19, 2014

Two bouquets

two bouquets, one for the bride, 
one for the maiden of honor,
now the day is gone, the sun has set
but I smell the roses in my study
and remember the softness of her voice,
the warmth of her skin, her smile,
her curls, all of my daughter, my
maiden of honor, roses to remember
her by as she flies over darkened plains
to her home, so far away from me.

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