THE INBETWEEN ~ STEVE ROGERS [5]

Hold my hand (poem)

Take those worn leather boots,

full of memories, and put them on.

Let your hair down,

let it brush your shoulders, and relax.

Slip on that dress, white as snow,

a reminder of your journey.

Let your eyes be clear,

and your lips soft,

and your heart beat like a drum.

Take a blessing of words from your sister,

a touch of joy from your mother,

and silent love from your father.

Let your scars be seen, for they are your story.

Take your brother's hand, let it tremble,

and he will guide you.

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"You will be."

Make your steps heard

and let their eyes follow you as you go.

See your friend, with his ocean eyes,

and smile at him, for he was the start of both your paths.

Let go of your brother's hand,

and take another's,

and let the trembling cease.

Look into his eyes,

see the love he holds for you,

the promise he makes with his gaze.

Say the words with joy,

with a sprinkle of tears,

because you mean them.

Slip on the rings,

a reminder of your promises,

a tribute to each other,

and a symbol of your love within this war.

Let his arms wrap around you,

feel the way you fit together like

pieces of the same broken puzzle.

Close your eyes,

let it wash over you,

let yourself get lost in your joy.

Hear the words, and smile.

"You may now kiss the bride."