My family photograph

Theres a family photograph that hangs on my wall..friends always admire it when they come to call.. as it tells its true stories of ages of old.. when a couple of youngsters were wed to have and to hold..

From those bygone years when these two people were young.. before children were born and parenthood had begun..two fresh faces aglow with the world at their hand.. to visit far away places and cultures so grand..a couple of teenagers that hadn’t a clue..about raising a family .. and starting anew

Yet I look at this picture and I stare at the lass.. four decades and more since this wedding did pass..as my mind is reminded of this memory.. was this even possible that this girl was me ?
Of course it was I, it was my wedding day.. when the sun was a shining in a beautiful way.. nineteen years young tho it seems yesterday.. when my father was alive and gave my hand away..