Our favorite TCGeek is getting married! This poem is to her, a four part poem that will take place from the perspectives of four different characters as the wedding of Derek and Angie unfolds. This is also a type of reparation from my own heart; I have not written here in Trauma Center for the longest time. May inspiration come to us all us TC writers.

~parsat

Those rugged hands she clasped had saved men's lives,

And now they were her newfound right to keep.

Inside her heart welled deeply loving drives

Of love, of want, affection, light, and sleep.

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His healing fingers lightly squeezed her hand,

To her surprise they trembled ever slight.

The prospect of a wedding band

Could do what no operation might.

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And how could her own heart desist to race?

As she changed names for her last time,

She gazed into his chocolate eyes, his face

Was radiant as a man's is in his prime.

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The little boy, with roguish steps, walks down

The aisle littered with rose petals red,

And pillow in hands, offered rings as crowns

Of love that never dies but lives instead.

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No doubts remain, the question is now posed:

Will you accept this man as your own blood?

"I do." With that answer now exposed,

Her love's blossom no longer was a bud.

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