THE SEPTEMBER BRIDE, a poem

          

          The September Bride

           an independent woman

           glowing with intelligence

           and contagiously happy

           I loved her so much 

           

            The loving Mother

             a dream is fulfilled

             love unparalleled

             then cherishing four

             I loved her so much

             The woman’s departure

              from a life well lived

              a remembrance of joy

              clouded by sadness

              I loved her so much

          (Ginger and I were married in September of 1956. Nine months later our son, Kenny, was born to her delight. She had wanted children from the time she was a little girl. We had three more: Roy, Danny and Carol. Ginger died in August of 2019.)

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