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Wedding Vows

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Wedding Vows

I come to you

My groom

I promise to

Love you

For all times

I promise to

Understand

Although I

Don’t agree

I  promise to

Stand by you

No matter

What tails may wag

I promise to love

You more than

I love you today

This very minute

I promise to

Make you feel

Always as

Important

As you are today

I promise this, I do.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Oct.09/2013

 

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Goodbye My Lover

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brideIt is finally here

My wedding day

I have waited so long

For the month of May

But now as I stand

Here waiting to move

I don’t know if

I am really in the mood

I wanted nothing more

Than to be married today

But something is clearly standing in my way

Do I love him do, I really want to

Stay by his side for at least fifty-two

Or is it the glamor and all the lights

The wedding preparations and the high lights

My parents always said don’t marry just to be

Stay single and wait til the right one comes to me

I know in my heart that this isn’t right

I drop my bouquet of flowers right here on the site

With tears in my eyes of how I have pained

I know I can give him nothing to gain

I take my veil off and lay it aside

I almost knew what it felt to be a bride.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/28/2013

 

Picture It And Write It, Prompt #28

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This home stands abandoned now. Left with  rooms filled with whispers of laughter and love from its prior guests. I walked in the front door and sat down in one of the wooden rockers. It squeaked against the old wooden floors. I could remember coming here when I was a child. Hearing the stories of how children had been born and raised here. There were summer reunions held here. All family members made a special trip to this house and they had a feast of many great foods. The children would swim, and fish, and  would venture into nature and look for bugs and insects. I could remember finding a rare bug, and taking  it to show grandpa. He said it was the most beautiful bug he had ever seen. He took one of his old boxes and went to his wife’s sewing box and pulled out a straight pin, and he pinned the bug for me. I kept this in my special place in my bedroom among  the other memories I had collected through the years. There had been weddings here, and funeral dinners held here. It was a home-built with love by my  great grandma and grandpa. I stopped rocking and sat very still. I could hear giggles coming from the kitchen, where children had helped bake home-made cookies.  I scooted my rocker around so it was facing the big living room. The furniture was still in its place, but covered with sheets. I could picture grandpa standing over grandma with a twig of mistletoe at Christmas, and I remember  giggling as I stole  a peek of  them kissing. Lots of memories here. A home filled with love, now standing empty. I placed the rocker back in its original place and placed the sheet over it, to protect the memories and never let them escape. I walked out of the house and shut the door softly, singing to myself.

This story was written by me for a post of Picture It And Write It

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2012/05/27/__picture-it-write-28/