His Bride


Even as a child, I felt a presence of light within their home.
Although a simple row house, it was a place where all the family
loved to gather. Could it be that each of us sensed the nature
of their special relationship?

A hard life never took from him
How he saw her.
A white sweater covered with beads,
A bedtime gown with lace and silk,
A perfect fruit,
He gave each to her in the sweetest of ways.

Everything about her lifted him
The soup she made""golden and rich,
The order and sweet fragrance of the house that she kept,
Her dimples,
The way she giggled
When he simply touched her arm.

She changed his world, my grand mom,
Still making Granddad's heart leap,
Though he approached eighty in calendar years.
And because of this,
She always remained his bride"
Ageless and in love.

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