Now I lay me down,
to remember long ago,
when the words failed,
when you came into the light
of this world, quiet, at peace,
with barely a coo.
We held you, and a new
reality weighted our arms.
A new real creased
and increased our hearts.
In all my quarter century
I never knew such mystery.
Now I’ve seen the unfolding of you,
as color infused your baby face,
age on age, and grace on grace.
So now, we release,
smile, cry, sing,
of what is yet to be.
And that’s the thing,
to be, that is the question.
To be love, not simply in love.
To move love until it moves you.
To grip love like a blankie remnant.
To hold on as waters rise,
and the sun sets.
To find solace and comfort
and safety in the other.
To love and let love.
Gerald the Writer 
Absolutely the most wonderful blessing you could give a child.
thank you. It was a blessed evening indeed.
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Words matter. Gerald penned the following wedding blessing in the form of a poem. Worth reading, remembering, and repeating.
Thank you Rose. You are so kind.
This was simply beautiful…
Thanks Roxanne
I was able to appreciate this poem even more after Rose mentioned that it was a wedding blessing. Very moving.
My oldest daughter was married Wednesday evening. I read it in the ceremony through tears. Thank you Jasper for your faithful following and comments!
What a beautiful poem and tribute to the love you have for your daughter, made even more memorable as a reading on her wedding day. More priceless memories.
It was tricky reading it through tears. Thanks for your kind comment.