Here Comes The Bride
BY: Makeda Martin
poem
Here comes the bride, played on the organ by some old musician who can’t seem to get the last note right
Lights that flicker and almost seem to quiver in the window of the church
Here comes the bride, in that white linen gown, she’s scared just like any bride would be
Looking into the crowd of new and old family she sheds a tear for her life is changed
Tears of joy, sobs of relief the search is over
Here comes the bride as pretty as can be
The priest speaks his words of marriage as the bride meets the groom at the podium,
He grabs her hand and slips the ring of commitment on her left hand third finger
Before the rings is words, words of promises that shall not be broken however abided by
You may now kiss the bride the man says
They lean in pause then kiss
At last what was two beings is now one joined by jewels of some sort
Here comes the bride in that white pretty dress
Now with the veil off we can see her pretty head her pretty face
No secrets, no lies she right here for all eyes
Let the party begin let the drinks be poured let the food be ate the reception has started
New and only family mingle and dance around her and him
This is the end
No more planning needed the flowers were picked the seating was perfect the cake was 3 tiers of tradition and the dress was stunning
Who could have put together something so perfect
They leave that wedding husband and wife on to make the next big event in life