Date: Sat, 22 Nov 1997 08:13:26 -0500 From: Dennis and Marcia Moore Subject: Wedding Day poem WEDDING DAY Fourteen red roses across an oak table - one for Amy, one for Mary, a dozen for me. Umbilical cords of violet curling ribbon tether purple balloons, snippets of conversation and male laughter. Makeup, hairspray and petticoats transform the basement baptismal into a boudoir. "Woo-wooo! Mommy, look!" Jonathon lines up a folding chair choo-choo, tiny sandaled feet kicking in delight. One hundred two this afternoon, the local station announces over the humming box fans. Dennis' bass voice drifts down the staircase, singing, "Nights in White Satin" just for me. Mom reclines, fanning herself with a popsicle stick funeral home ad. A snowy, sequined gown, draped over plastic breasts and torso hangs in the corner like an image of me, patiently awaiting the processional. I got an A on this one! Marcia **************************************************************************** "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." --Anais Nin ****************************************************************************