A wedding and a graduation –
He dressed in finery for both
to mark his pledges
to a woman and vocation.
He lacked two little things at first:
his shirt had cuffs:
that was a shock,
causing a flurried search
and a cry for help.
Among the smorgasbord of formal fiddlery
in my bottom drawer, I spied
two cufflinks, made by my Dad
during his lapidary phase –
inexpensive gemstones
glued to brassy stalks.
James thought them perfect,
seized and hastily fitted, but in so doing
tradition was not overlooked –
“These are great links to my family history,”
he smiled.
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