Feast on love, a feast of love,
a peeled grape
a hand caressing, a lip trembling
tomorrow plenty of them, and here and now and yesterday too.
….
Thank you Mom, Thank you Dad for your feast of love
that came together on this day sixty years ago,
and though Dad you are no longer here, now…
the many yesterdays are with us still.
A wedding feast, my mother and father's marriage day.
Such love, every ounce of it that never ends.
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