TODAY I SIT
under her grade school team photo
and prepare to address invitations.
Oh, there will be
extensive pen wrestling
(until the right one is found)
on pads of paper off to the side
…then I’ll fiddle some more
before putting pen to envelope,
holding my breath.
All this looking forward and looking back,
it’s all part of the process,
an important part.
All this pen and paper
in a quiet room
at the back of the house
is part of my
and looking back
and watching for her, looking forward, to appear,
to make the long trip down a short aisle
across all the years that have gone before.
Already for me,
the sounds of that day,
the first chords.
I hear them.
I am savoring every bit of it.
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