David B. McCoy
There is a photograph in a
Time-Life Book on photography
showing what appears to be
a newly married couple in
some cheap hotel.
The couple, looking so naive,
sits together near the head of
the bed partially facing a wall
void of any paintings but which
seems to be inviting them to hang
the many photographs they will take
over their long and happy marriage.
When, at last, we are married,
I want to reserve one wall
somewhere in our home for
the photographs we take showing
my son, your daughters, and our love.