I looked through snap shots
of my daughter's wedding.
It came back to me in waves,
I had forgotten the nuances.
He was perfect, she was perfect.
The aura was palatable.
I miss the youth of my life,
they brought it back to me.
I cried softly, with a smile.
I am thankful for my soul
for without it I am lost.
Without it I have no tears.
Shannon
R Killman
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