while the sparks still are sparking
we squeeze the words;
wring them out the grey matter
throw them onto a page;
where some stick and stay
a few take flight
many if not all are lost forever

its the sounds of raindrops connecting
you do understand
that forms the orchestra

I remember that I was not born yet
Never got to see that heavenly day
My beautiful mom clad in lace gown
Handsome dad in suit of black
Hands clasped together
Both wearing a ring on their left hand
How I wish I would have been there
To be your flower girl and bridesmaid
Adorned in surreal satin white
And later on someday I shall remember
Sitting here typing this poem
Wishing I could have been there
To see the spark of love on that great day
When everlasting vows were made
Between that happy loving pair
And little did they know that they would
Have to welcome another novelty
A little baby girl named Marian

*~Marian~