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