Wedding Day

Sweet lady Mokihana, on her wedding day, brings back all the memories, of the things I did right. Sunny days in Pupukea, a fat hawser rope strung between two acacia trees and a determined little girl going hand over hand all the way. Easily the equal to any boy in the neighborhood, indeed, the world! Childhood wolfcalls, echo down the street, scars on knees, Hawaii bound, hand in hand to Kammies, back and forth to Waipahu, you talking all the way, and I listened to every word. As I write these words I am reading another history of women, yet, the odds are that I would not be if you had never been born. Oh, sure, I talked a good game, but, with two sons already, it was just too theoretical. Were girl hopes and dreams as important as boy's? Your presence taught me to the depths of my heart, that, of course, they were. On your wedding day all your hopes and dreams are exactly mine for you