Rachel’s Wedding

      Well, the long-awaited day arrived on schedule. Prayers answered, not a drop of rain. I am going to try to relate the proceedings as best as I can remember, (that will be a challenge) but, for now I will only say that everything went off without a hitch. Great time for everyone, and two people who are in love now move forward as one.

     I have managed to download a few pics to Facebook, (a major achievement I might add), as the last couple of days have been very frustrating in that regard. But with the help of Don Schultz I was able to move them to somewhere that I can actually access. Eureka!

     I wrote the following poem for the occasion of the wedding and with the advice of our dear friend Bim, I had it professionally caligraphed, and matted and framed. Rachel was very pleased and touched by it. A select few knew of its existence and their encouragement was a motivating factor. And I thank them, sincerely. So, for the next few days, or however long it takes me to complete the report, I will abstain from my normal, usual, poems and stick to the ponderings.

    But, this one is for my little girl.

My Little Girl

     Thank you all for your support, and friendship,

Jake.

Where Did My Little Girl Go?

 I never gave a single thought,

 all those years ago,

 when Barbie Dolls,

 and Cabbage Patch Kids,

 were the things, that pleased her so.

 

 No, I never, gave a single thought,

 all those years ago,

 of the bride I see,

 in front of me.

 Where, did my little girl go?

 

 I remember, how she used to say,

 “I get it,” at the ringing of the phone,

 but, what tugged my heart, I’ll tell,

 was when she’d yell,

 “mommy, my daddy’s home.”

 

 No, I never gave a single thought,

 all those years ago,

 of the bride I see,

 in front of me.

 Where did, my little girl go?

 

 Yes, my little girl, has gone away,

 as all little girls, will do,

 and another man,

 now holds her hand,

 and loves her, through and through.

 

 So, though I never gave, a single thought,

 all those years ago,

 of the bride I see,

 in front of me,

 I still, love my little girl, so.

 

 Jack Downing

 August 20, 2011