The Wedding
a my sister and i stand on the grass next to the gazebo the warm june breeze run through my hair like a mom gently rock her baby back and forth we stand nervously wait for the justice of the peace to say the 6 most important word who here give this woman away my palm be get sweatier i can see it in my sister's eye that she too be nervous i hear the music starting my mom gracefully walk on the grass towards u she look as fragile a a vase arm in arm with my soon to be step-grandpa when she get there the justice of the peace say the word tear be run down my sister's and my eye we choke on our word''we do