By Mommy With a Side of Me

She sat alone. Like shy flowers in the table’s center, she’s often noticed but quickly forgotten.

From across the room he was in awe of her delicacy. Extending his strong hand and a warm smile she obliged, hesitantly. His brilliant eyes won her over. Dancing for 50 years, with their hearts beating in unison, they lived.

They sat alone. A radiant tree in the room’s center. Generations of love celebrating them, as their thoughts fondly traveled back to that first night. The beauty of their life now falling as tears, reflecting a world only they will know.

The author “pours words from her mind as one might pour a glass of wine, sipping them slowly until they’ve cast their spell upon her.”

7 thoughts on “Celebration

  1. What enviable writing. I celebrate poets. I celebrate prose writers. I celebrate prose-poets. Well done! That you for the support! Best wishes, Will

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