Four weddings – by Pauline Halliwell

How young we were, what dreams we had On that bright September day...

How young we were, what dreams we had
On that bright September day;
As parents, family and friends
Cheered us on our wedded way.

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The years passed by; a Silver Day
Outshone the toil and tears,
As children, family and friends
Rejoiced in happy, blessed years.

The years passed by; a Golden Day
Bright with love and expectation,
As grandchildren, family and friends
Joined the glorious celebration.

The years passed by; a Diamond Day
Dawns gently in old age;
So many jewels in our lives
As we travel life’s brief stage.

By Pauline Halliwell
Northampton

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This poem was selected as a runner-up of a nationwide poetry competition run by Marriott Hotels in March 2011.