True Love
a mother lost her son today
not to death, no not that way
but to love more glorious than life
her son found the woman to be his wife.
a mother watched her son transform
love glowing from his eyes,
his gentle touch upon her arm
her hair
her waist
intimate and private, telling so much
the mother hid her tears, turned away
not sad tears
but tears of joy
no longer a mothers little boy
no longer a student, a starter, a fresh out young man
but
ready to be a husband, ready to begin
it is said that parents have done their job
when a child can go out and live in the world
but truely it is when your child finds his soul
in the keeping of his true love.
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