(This poem was written to commemorate the marriage of my only son Aug. 28 at Slide Ranch in Muir Beach, CA. Sometimes even a publisher travels beyond the borders of Milton.)
I carried the precious
as rainbow mist groom’s ring
across the continent,
to reach the fog of San Francisco
the foothills of the wedding of the millenium.
30+ years ago I carried the groom
from possibility into life.
Steeped in joy and warmed
by the love of my tiny family,
I sit with my memories
and smile like an aged cat
as I remember the boy
who walked on walls
and played as if his games
were earth-defining.
My son with his ah-so-many questions,
his torn dungarees
and his tilted baseball cap.
I miss that child of mine,
much as I glow with pride
at the man he’s become.
Years move quickly.
Yesterday disappears like smoke.
Timothy Ambrose
True Mountain of Joy.
Joy of my life.
I remember when you
introduced Annie to me –
Your friend, you said.
And I smiled, knowing better.
She was there to support you,
the day you wore your master’s hood.
And so, dearheart, was I.
Years pass
when you least expect it.
Days dissolve.
My family grew today
as we circled around the bride and groom –
Annie and Ambrose.
This is a day to cherish.
A day worth holding fast in memory.
A memory to feast upon in years to come.
Carry it close to your heart.
Take it out when you need
a breathe of love
a moment of joy.