by Dale Hudgins Copyright 2001-2005
Finally, here at last, the day, comes,
You with your Mother, friends and sisters,
Me, with my nerves, jangling, a little,
Want it to be so perfect, nothing out of place,
A knock on the door, are you ready, she’s here at last,
Please look for the rest of this poem along with others in my soon to be released book of poetry found online . www.lulu.com/dalehudgins. Thanks, Dale Hudgins.