Date: Sat, 22 Nov 1997 08:13:26 -0500

From: Dennis and Marcia Moore dmmoore[AT SYMBOL GOES HERE]GREENEPA.NET

Subject: Wedding Day poem


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,


"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!



"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