Classic Poem by Bill Upton

Whispering, it rings-
Canon in D Major by Johann Pachelbel.
He has never heard it before,
But he will hear it for the rest of his life.

Wall to wall, sun-soaked outdoor wedding guests
Await.
One hundred strong surrounded by emerald green grass
And picture perfect flowers awash in rainbow colors.
The eerie quiet of nature and humanity,
Save for the high flying bird chorale-
Anticipation of a moment soon to be marked in time.
Sixty seconds in all-the farewell brief, bridal processional
With a father handing forward his glory-
Daddy's little angel.
His precision thoughts are evident in his expression,
Thoughts gathered from a lifetime
Of nurturing,
Of protecting,
Of loving his little girl.
Surrounding them was a support system
Of friends, relatives, employees,
Ghosts of loved ones past,
Standing as one as a fiercely loyal army-
A solidarity within a solidarity.
The intensity and peace of this moment
Will never be matched again.

A life transition becomes final
As he gives her hand to the groom.
In the background, echoes of Canon in D Major
Still ringing in memory.
He has never heard it before,

But he will hear it for the rest of his life.