I feel the close of my single life.
I know in a few short minutes,
I will become your wife.
Close my eyes and take a deep breathe,
remember the life I am leaving behind.
Then suddenly I panic,
was this all in what I signed?
Are you really making me choose you over them,
so you can have me all to yourself?
What about all my memories,
Will they remain hidden on a shelf?
A tear falls from my green eyes,
and momma wipes it away.
"this is the hardest part" she says,
"but he is meeting you halfway."
I smile at the mention of you,
and try to seize my tears.
Since I know you're feeling the same way,
but stomaching your fears.
"Ready?" daddy chokes out,
"it's your turn to walk."
I only nod my head,
because I know what happens if I talk.
The giant oak doors close,
and the music changes its tune.
I feel a kick from below,
now the size of a large balloon.
With daddy on my left,
and mommy on my right.
I feel secure in the middle,
our future now in sight.
Your family sitting next to mine,
awaiting the vows we will share.
I hope they don't feel it's a mistake,
because of this small burden we bare.
There's no changing the past,
so here comes the bride.
The pedals sprinkled on the floor,
disappear with every stride.
Like whipping away the past,
so the future can unveil.
I look around - awe in my eyes,
remembering to exhale.
The church is covered in flowers,
shades of purple and green.
A dream come true for a woman,
walking at seventeen.
Spoiler
I wrote this poem on the plane yesterday. It addresses some of the things that I am fearing as well as some of the things that are frustrating me. For example...pretty much every person I have told about this wedding assumes that I am pregnant, but I'm not.
Anyways, I know this poem is rough (the flow is choppy) so if you have any suggestions or comments they are appreciated
Anyways, I know this poem is rough (the flow is choppy) so if you have any suggestions or comments they are appreciated
