The Wedding

My family is men with
Shoulders
That stretch from the cake table to the front door and protect every gift both wrapped
And unwrapped rocking to Little John on the dance floor.
My family is women with
Eyelashes
That curl over a room and spread love
From the chandeliers to the window shutters
Shutting laughter and fun into a timeless bubble that we enter every time we are together.
The bubble expands and contracts as we come and go.
Loving and leaving when we are called home.
My family floats and bounces
To music that changes and bumps.
My family is Black
and white smiles, pink drinks, red lips, blue hips, and silver sinks
That collect drain tears and give us back years of soul food and soul good.
My family is good.
We good.
We love.