A squinting friend peers through a lens
Along the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets,
and snaps a file of wedding guests
An older brother, winks a smile, for in his eyes
a warm embrace. He plays a trace of Bach, on his guitar
Her younger brother sings along, and thinks
of spars, high jinks, and pranks, her laughing face
that sparked their childhood bond
Her father ponders her first bike
mosquito bites, her freckles and a scabby knee
A fortress, high, among the trees
where a princess climbed, to castles, fair
where songbirds watched from cradled nests, above her braided hair
He'd turn the world, around, end to end
to pull her back to then again, .....but that was then....
...and this is now...he must release her hand...
And through my tears, a child I bore
adores her knight, with eyes... so bright...
He lifts a veil and they are more
than what they were before
Inspired by Craig's Contest:" A Collage Held Dear" 10/2/13