THE WEDDING POEM

TIMOTHY & JULIE

8/2/98

Belgium birthplace for the groom, the bride is Boston born. Connecticut they both have lived, upon their pasts adorn.

Became aquainted family-wise, when brothers became friends. Saw each other time to time, occasioned as fate lends

Then July 4, 93, these two became a couple. Friendship slowly had become, warm, close, and very supple.

He likes that she is reasonable, level headed and mature. Intelligent plus laughs a lot, gives balance to demure.

She likes that he is honest, negotiates with ease. Trustworthy and non-judging, of everyone he sees. 

Proposal all aware, save his mom and his indended. September 14, 97, their waiting finally ended

At her mother's birthday bash, five decades celebrating. Asked her to come out with him, strange actions as he waited. 

She thought he had flu at first, behavior seemed so odd. Asked her then to be his wife, she didn't even nod. 

Stunned she stood there, couldn't speak, off guard to say the least. Embraced and kissed him for her "yes", her joy since then not ceased

So now they gather here at Flint, with special ones held dear. To wed their lives so lovingly, as guests give hearty cheer. 

Then off to Puerto Rico, to bask in Latin sun. Honeymoon Caibbean style, in love becoming one

By Dr. Ken Taylor