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Braveheart Love






Braveheart Love

  In a warm, quaint living room, a dim light shadows the screened door overlooking country night bliss. The "flashlight moon" glows on the planks of the porch. A "Braveheart" sits with his quiet daughter. Mom and son gone, the cozy house wraps the two with daddy-daughter bond ribbons.  Chatting over peanut butter and vanilla wafers, my dad says, "Let's watch Braveheart."  My heart sinks a little, knowing all the violence that will appear. "Dad, make sure you tell me when the bad parts come on, so I can close my eyes." I said urgently. The evening strolls on, movie the night-light.  The "lantern moon" now glistened upon the window. Braveheart, William Wallace, is in true “Celtic love” with his lady of the Highlands.  A love finally tied, they marry in quiet, misty woodlands. A secret love never to be whispered in the twilight. Vows of passion are shared, hands caress, pledging “forever my dear”, till death comes calling.  My dad’s eyes glisten, "That is how I feel about your mom." my dad said unknowingly.  My mom was the stars in his eyes, his love of his rope-bound heart.  An adoring confession is made. A “willow rooted” love for my mom he did have, till death came calling.






 











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