COLOR COLLAGE POEM

This was the day she had been planning, dreaming about for years.

It was something she had planned out in her head, and needed it to work.

She had the man of her dreams, a rock on her finger, but needed the papers to know it was real.

The day came, her wedding day. She had her aisle set on the beach with paths of roses,

All she needed to do was put her dress on, and do her part.

And that she did. Finally, no more being the bridesmaid, she was the bride.

She had all she ever dreamed of in her head.

She danced for hours upon end at her dream reception.

Her princess ballgown and feet gracing the dance floor, holding on to her father.

This was it, she was leaving her daddy.

Her dad had tears flowing, and so did she. He gently rested his hand on he cheek and said, 

"I couldn't be more proud of you. As hard as it is for me to give my little girl away,

I know that man will treat you better than I ever could."