Shotgun wedding

 

The boy closed his eyes and thought of her
She waited with rosary in hand
Her mother smiled because she too was young once
While the father kept watch for signs of the boy

Winter came, the boy ached with cold and longing
She lay on her bed and dreamed of his embrace
Her mother tended the stew and watched the girl
The father sat at the table cleaning his gun

The boy thought of all the chances he’d had
Her face was red and wet with tears
Mother sighed and dreamed of a church wedding
Father sat and waited by the open door

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