A Special Day ©

I open the door at Mum and Dad’s; my feet hardly touch the ground.
This is such a special day, my God, what is that sound?

Mother’s sitting crying, Dad’s pacing up and down.
Mary’s shouting down the stairs, "There’s coffee on my gown."

Screams come from the bathroom, I run there urgently,
It’s Sybil, “I knocked the coffee over, when I was making tea.”

I hear noises from the cupboard, and look inside to see
little Horace with my lipstick, drawing circles on his knee.

I hear sounds of children’s laughter, I walk towards the door,
I have to stop and smile, when I see them on the floor.

Jane, Louise and Jessica, all dressed in shades of blue,
they look like little fairies, and I’m sure they think so too.

I go to check on Mum and Dad, now quietly sipping tea,
The mark is out of Mary’s dress, Sybil smiles happily at me.

I stop and smile at all of them, and cheerfully I say,
I’d better go get ready, for this is...my wedding day...!!