"He was a trooper..My daughter had temperature that week..It was frantic the day before the wedding..and of course it all turned out beautifully.
I missed my hair appointment..just did it myself..I wasnt the star anyway...
The honeymoon couple spent the night in a hotel then left the next day for their honeymoon trip/move to Atlanta..We all cried that day when they left..so far away.. My husband died less than 6 months later of a heart attack. How little we know what may come..both the heartbreak and the wonderful."
... I just worked out a translation ...
He Stood That DayHe stood up in church that day,
And walked its length in pain,
For there are things that should be done,
While lesser things remain.
He walked his daughter down the aisle,
With pain in heart and limb,
Surrendered to the fate that meant,
Shed soon be gone from him.
She whom he had nurtured,
Protecting from all harm,
He walked with her and memories,
Soft-nestled on his arm.
All in the party sacrificed,
The daughter, like her dad,
Stayed cool and calm throughout the day,
Despite the temp she had.
And with the morning, they moved on,
Though parents rest and weep,
For far away they traveled ere,
They chanced again to sleep.
This was the strength he showed and shared,
That should the need arise,
You stand up like the man you are,
Whose inner child just cries.
This is the way we make our men,
Or, they make themselves that way,
He comes to know inside his head,
Each moment is his day.
His time to be upon the Earth,
His turn to find a way,
Though circumstances caused regret,
He stood with her that day.
Hed set the pattern for his life,
His fate was launched and gone,
Though he had other things to do,
Too soon he had moved on.
We think our days are hours to keep,
Its just a borrowed spell,
We use it, then, with some regret,
We turn it back as well.
The rented suit we occupied,
Time-worn, is turned back in,
And somewhere, theres a fitting room,
Where once more well begin.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . October 24, 2008
Bob, you’re gonna cause some major tears with that one! Wow!
I can’t tell you how beautiful that is...to take Meg’s words and write such a lovely poem that I know will mean the world to her. Its just amazing and terrific!!
Beautiful, NicknamedBob; what a Wonderful Gift you have!
I will treasure this always.Bless you, dear Bob.
Beautiful, NnB. Thank you for this.
NNBob, that is way beyond anything I am able to say in response.... a wonderful tribute and more.