Today I stopped time,
and paused it for a moment,
as I watched my youngest child
walk up the aisle,
with the eldest of our clan.
It was her confirmation,
and regardless of my beliefs,
my daughters special day.
As she neared the altar,
my mum placed a hand on her right shoulder,
As I pressed pause.
I gazed upon that moment in isolation.
Invisible bonds tied these two,
never allowing time and distance come between them.
I watched through a mist of tears,
age and wisdom,
guide youth and innocence.
Later I replayed it for my mum,
who smiled and encouraged me
to look a little deeper,
what I was missing,
in that magic moment.
As we replayed it together,
I watched, as mum
gently placed her hand
upon her grandchild’s right shoulder.
“There, she said, can’t you see…
Your dad’s hand is on her left”.
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