A Celebration to remember
A special day deserves a special place.
In our memories at least, if no where else.
And so our bride and groom picked a
Well known spot for getting newlyweds
Off to a proper start.
The lighthouse it would be and the reception
Afterward in the convenient church and hall.
The nervous bride (she’s over 30 & doesn’t
Want anyone to know) and the groom who has
Been through it all before and has his two children
At his side.
Her friends had told her how lovely she would
Look in the traditional white and a veil to match
Her bridesmaids in pastels, how pretty they all posed
Standing by the giant tower while storm clouds over
Head, gathered strength and blotted out the sun.
And everyone safe and secure in the hall while the
Storm raged on. The D.J. a friend of the groom’s
Teen-aged son, put on a tape, invited all to dance,
Though few there knew Hip-Hop. Which was when
The electricity shut down and went away. The D.J.
Pointed to the piano, would anyone like to play?
Emergency candles provided a safe and cozy glow.
An old friend touched the keyboard and played the
Only songs she knew – all from yesterday with lyrics
Sweet and true. And so the couple danced alone upon
The floor while everyone joined in a sing along --“Oh,
How we danced on the night we were wed.”
They danced and sang until the janitor came and said
He had to shut the hall – gathering without electricity
Was against the law. Our bride and groom happily
Ran out in the rain. And every anniversary, they
Dance to this song again.