Jan would be the first to leave the wedding.
Her health has been poor and it was a cold night.
But when she stood, cane in hand
a line began to form…….
Her family seeking to say goodnight
or something, touching in for a moment
of being close….
Wildly radiant as she met each one
with something akin to fire…..
I saw all of this!
When it was Henry’s turn, art student at Pratt
Jan extended her hand
with such a glimmer and glint in her eye
A pirate gazing into the future.
Next the sparkling bride and her groom
hugs and kisses….
granddaughters, daughters, her son, two nieces
a brother, his wife and Willow and I
holding the gate by her side.
The night had gotten long and over
and a mist had settled on the sea.
At last she turned to me and said
“Oh, You I’m not saying goodbye to”
tears in my eyes “Me neither”