Your wedding invitation came today,

virginal white paper, stencilled

black type and a date

to put in the grey diary

that seemed oddly familiar, a date

which we would forever share,

a date which I guess you might never find

in a society that not so long ago

was so stupid that it could not

celebrate love between two people,

for fear of what love might mean.

 

I knew of your love at University

and overjoyed I am as I read

your invitation, to share

in your day,

to share in your affection

for each other,

I love you both

and that invite

sits upright, proud,

against the picture

of our own wedding day.

 

Dedicated to Sam Berell and Jenn Andrews.

Ian D. Hall 2016