Tears
I was seated in the front row;
It was the wedding planner's plan--
And there before my very eyes
My son became a man.
And so I sat there--all alone,
As I fought a stubborn tear--
Determined it would not prevail
With so many seated near.
But the tear returned an army,
As they breached the southern wall--
Offering no quarter,
And no compromise, at all.
So I gave up, though reluctantly,
Having lost a noble fight--
As the tears rolled on in victory
For the balance of the night.
Copyright © Meldin Merrill | Year Posted 2008
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