Jump the Broom
Rings; and rings of people
Stood round us, watching,
Hoping, needing
Something special to happen.
I’m struck dumb by their expectance
Nothing seems enough,
And yet, I suppose
I have to try –
Try my best;
Still I’m stuck, holding my breath
Then he smiles, and I forget
The hundred people or so
Come to watch us make
The biggest mistake of our lives…
… Or the most happy decision.
And suddenly, it’s all over;
And all that’s left is
Fizzing happiness and
A party to enjoy.
Random Crazyness 