Coffee with cream and sugar
Comfy couch with dog hair
Chocolate chip cookie
Man and woman
Each of these people
Were made by two parents.
Molded and shaped
By opinions, thoughts and variants.
These two people
Made four more humans.
They didn’t do it perfectly.
In fact, our family’s in ruins.
Their legacy was not premeditated.
Their good intentions paved the way,
To Hell and back and there again–
Four lanes without delay.
This kiss and marriage caught some place
Between Heaven and Hell.
A dark, rock-hard place between their love
Is where my childhood fell.
Like a photograph that floats down
Behind a dresser, trapped by wall.
Forgotten with time, buried by dust.
Neglected, unseen by all.
Their love made me.
Shouldn’t I be thankful for this?
I couldn’t think of something more lovely
Than a passionate wedding kiss.
Thankful to be here. No matter what.