At Michael's Wedding

All the Schalls were dancing
At the wedding of a son.
Exuberance was in the air,
The crowd psyched up for fun.

As friends and family joined them
And the DJ fanned the fire,
We reveled in the mirth and spirits
Couldn't get much higher.

There were people on the dance floor
I'd last seen when they were young.
How delightful then to watch them,
From their childhood shells now sprung.

While my husband twirled my daughter
As the music's charms were heeded,
What I hoped for was that image
To be conjured up as needed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Kinch  Avatar
July 17, 2017 at 11:25 AM
Weddings do create beautiful memories. Enjoyed this write Ilene.
Manassian Avatar
July 17, 2017 at 5:21 AM
:) how beautiful to be able to tuck those happy memories away to be relived at a later date, dear. Loved this piece...especially the big about your husband and daughter dancing together. Must have been an amazing sight.
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