Here's a poem from my new book, Sunshine Has Its Limits, explaining marriage.
THE MOTHER OF THE BRIDE EXPLAINS THE FACTS
Think of marriage as a lavish
package you are given
on your wedding day.
It arrives, all radiant
gift-wrap and breath-taking
ribbons and bows,
and is so extravagantly
gorgeous you may wish
it would stay that way.
It takes some time to unwrap.
You’re meticulous in trying
to not pull it to pieces.
When you finally finish
with externals, you notice
some assembly is required.
The directions are in disarray
with too much left unsaid
or jumbled, with loose parts.
It’ll take a long while, maybe
a lifetime, to piece together
using the specific ingredients
you were given and very well
might not resemble what
you intended in the first place.
But remember it is a present,
bestowed with the best
intentions, as love always is.
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