SOULTIGHT

I once wrote a poem per request of a friend who was getting married. She loved the poem and she asked me to recite it as part of her wedding program. Upon hearing it, her mother in-law began to suspect that perhaps she and I had had a past that her son should know about.  She felt that the poem was written by someone who knew her daughter in-law ‘biblically’ (her words). She was wrong. I just knew my friend, and I knew about her search for love and all the losers she had come across and how happy we both were that she had found a man that God had designed just for her. ..