Twas a day so long in planning, Hearts were filled with love and hope.
Though the air was hot for fanning, Viewers held back by a rope.
Vows were spoken in plain manner, Hands on Bible spoke the truth.
Friends and loved ones, special banner, Uncle Bill and my Aunt Ruth.
Their first house was small and humble, Open doors to welcome guests.
Never from their lips a mumble, ever came across in jest.
When there was a disagreement, or a different point of view,
Vows were recalled, plainest intent, Arguments were less than few.
Nine months was the time in waiting,To anticipate a birth.
Nursery ready, breath abating, Larger grew her middle girth.
Sister Jane was born one morning, Joy and thanks came far and wide,
First child all agreed, adoring, Books were read to be their guide.
My twin brothers heard them singing, Others took their turn to feed.
Sleepless nights were spent in reading, Helping out was one good deed.
Born was I one winter evening, Dark and cold it was outside.
Even windows were all steaming, but it’s true, I almost died.
Neither I nor any siblings, knew just when events detoured.
Parents were just unforgiving, words of kindness never heard.
Dad had moved out to his own place, empty chair looked so alone.
Now there was this void and great space, not much talk, a different tone.
Now divorce was certain, over, Life was different, not the same.
Jane was gone, the boys at Dover, Mom was working to maintain.
I alone was gaining knowledge, but alone I heard my sobs.
I, myself, am now in college, Tough while holding down two jobs.
I have learned to overcome loss, I have grown, I have matured.
I have met a man, his name, Ross. Many ills are never cured.
But my faith in God is stronger, He was always there for me.
He is not a distant stranger, His great love will always be.
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© Jerrold Lloyd Nichols 2017