Today is the day, my day to be special. <br />My day to be a princess, with my crown and dress. <br />My hair is curled, my make up is pretty, my dress flawless. <br />The photographer arrives, and turns into a paparazzi. <br />Full of energy, yet tired of smiling and my day has just begun. <br /> <br />The limo has arrived, its time for church. <br />I walk down the aisle, all eyes on me. <br />I begin to feel nervous and hold on tighter to my friend. <br />Pictures, pictures and more pictures, yet its so much fun. <br />We file into the limo, the photographer recording my every move. <br /> <br />The ballroom begins to fill with family and friends. <br />The time has come to do my dance. <br />Praying in my mind there are no mistakes. <br />The lights dim, and the talking goes silent. <br />My dance begins, and before I know it, its over. <br />My perfect day has come to an end.<br /><br />andrea mireles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mis-quince/
