The Poetry of Places
by Hester Sheldon
I remember the day of my wedding. It was cool in the church and
dark. The sun came in the windows and the music played. I walked down the
aisle to meet Ron at the altar.
We went down to the Inn to the reception. The family was down there
waiting for us. Dad was with me, Ron, and his mom. My daughter had to take
mom back to the nursing home and we came back to the inn and ate and danced.
I have over my bed the flowers that the flower girls made of artificial
flowers. The feelings are still strong. I have happy thoughts most of the
time.
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