This is a gentle poem about a little girl dreaming about her wedding day. Although I have never had dreams about my wedding as a girl and have no interest in marriage, I wrote this poem back in 2003, back when I was starting my 20’s and when Wedding Peach was getting a hold of the culture. Please enjoy.
White wedding dress with veil.
A rose bouquet in my hand, arms locked with my papa.
Papa walks me to my forever lover, as everyone smiles and weeps.
My love and me are crying tears of joy on this happy day.
Someday that will happen.
But for now, I am in the fourth grade.
All I can do is dream and hope that my dream comes true.