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Friday 4 October 2013

I DO



And then you bid your son goodbye
Wishing him all you’ve seen in your mind’s eye
I stood and watched
The new bearer of this old crown
Fidgety like hornets on my tail
A tiara of goodwill buoyed by responsibility
I want to run
Take my mama’s hand and hide
I changed my mind
I don’t want to grow up
I want to rewrite this story
Many scenes I would love to change
The indelible I would like to erase
Would someone please give me the magic formula
To being superwoman
The voices are overwhelming
Congratulations are in order
The smile of a bride
So radiant and in style
The fears of a bride
So real
The hopes of a bride
Burning brighter than the noonday sun.
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