Love: Then and Still

We were married in late September,
Among the changing leaves;
Crimson banners in the courtyard
Heralding our union.
We were so happy, then.

The music we shared brought us together,
A duet most unlikely.
Work and home and son and daughter,
Busy in joy and love.

How simple it seemed, then.
But who could have known what fate awaited
Our little family of four?
A spectre came and dwelt among us,
And robbed us of our joy.
And then, we were only three.

But time has passed, and wounds have healed,
Leaving scars behind;
But scars, like talismans, remind us
What was, and what yet may be,
That we loved, and love you, still.

- Charles Anthony Silvestri (b. 1965)