It starts with a man and woman

making promises, dressed in white,

holding hands, exchanging rings.

The day is good, the day is right.

There’s no treading time

we are all carried downstream.

one day flows into the next.

Our lives feel like a dream.

One plus one becomes three

and they dress him in white

they give thanks and a blessing.

The day is good, the day is right.

A little ways downstream…

days of white and days of color –

some bumps and bruises, some ups and downs

never to be forgotten but hard to remember…

Until the woman says goodbye

and the family dresses dark

holding hands for strength, tears flow.

The day is sad, the day of broken hearts.

A little ways downstream…

happiness seeps in like spring again –

a piece of the puzzle missing

but the picture is whole, this isn’t the end.

The granddaughter of that man and woman

is making promises dressed in white

holding hands with a man, exchanging rings.

The day is good, the day is right.

© 2013 ck’s days