No, not hers
though I had never seen her glow
like that
nor had I seen her float on air . . .
it was his smile, a dear friend
trapped in the ugly snares
of this vale of tears
and he smiles
with her.
That boy would find ten pounds of goodness
in a five-pound sack labeled “bad”
but he would not
keep any for himself.
My friend–and her too–here’s to you
and the many, many
good and happy years
ahead.
Be well, be good,
stay blessed
in Him
who brought you together.
On your place I would arrive differently.
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