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Saturday the 17th

25 Dec

Last plate emptied, the last drink drunk

Music has stopped playing, the last song sung

Last visitor’s gone downstairs, last well-wisher zoomed off

Bridal train’s just left; the best man just took off his gloves

 

Taking in the spectacle of the so-empty, now-quiet hall

– soiled serviette, disarranged chairs, food-stained cutlery and all,

The silence reminds me it’s all over with the ceremony

To be continued by a longer, endless phase: Matrimony

 

Church service will end, dancing will cease at reception

But who should fall for the deception

That it all ended when the audience departed?

Wedding whispers only ended, the marriage music just started

 

Watching her leave felt downright sinister

But which would be better for my lovely sister:

To remain a dad-sponsored, mom-fed spinster

Or to become a blessed soul mate of a minister?

 

A memorable mix of feelings I won’t stop to remember

Ring on the fourth finger of a favourite family member!

And in the bottom-right corner of my cherished calendar

The date reads, Saturday the 17th, sometimes in December.

 

Anecdote

An emotion-driven yet reality-stricken me describing the memorable wedding of my sweetheart (sister).  Deep and sentimental as my love for her is, there’s no denying the reality that we both can’t stay together (same status, same place, same etc) for life. Life isn’t designed to be static and we aren’t either. Happy Married Life, sweetheart.

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2 Comments

Posted by on December 25, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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2 responses to “Saturday the 17th

  1. aim31dele

    December 27, 2011 at 6:30 pm

    Wow! You blow my mind with this and I pray that God will continue to use every opportunity to inspire you to re-fire every good thing that seems to expire in the lives of people. Se a try? We love you.

     
  2. aim31bamidele

    December 29, 2011 at 6:19 pm

    Wow! You blow my mind with this piece. God will continue to use every opportunity to inspire you to re-fire that which is in you to lift souls that seem to expire. We are always with you, xpecially your sister. We love you bunmioke.

     

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