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EchoesShe sits in his lap
Before the sitting room hearth
Lost to eyes of green.
His fingers slide through red-gold
Tresses, lavender scented,
Behind, needles click
Percussion in four/four time;
Molly, knitting, says,
‘Harry, you need a haircut,’
A gasp, freckled hands entwine,
Red hair framed face;
Brown eyes glare over shoulder.
Daring. Possessive.
‘His hair is all mine now, Mum.
That is in the vows we made.’
Chuckling, he asks her,
‘Which part was that, remind me?’
She grins wickedly.
‘To be my Heart, and my Soul,
Thus keeping us balanced.
‘With my hair short, then
To keep our souls in balance
Your hair must be long.’
Laughter abounds, even Ginny
He floats on musical mirth.
‘I love your laugh,’ says
Harry. Foreheads touch lightly
Velvet lips press once.
Arthur nods, his daughter holds
His son of heart, now in law.
Glinting, Molly’s eyes
Catch his, exchange within
Hope, and Joy, and Love.
Leaning in, she says quietly.
‘Remind you of anyone, Dear?’
His fingers stroke laugh
And worry lines, graying hairs,
Sees smooth skin, red locks.
Conspiratorially,
‘Yes, they do, Mollywobbles.’
