My family is creative too.

A poem.

The garden spreads out in pretty pastel shades
And the sun glitters down on the lovers
The bride blooks in white and organza
The groom is duly suober in black
The violin sings of love and the ages
Friends and family are gathered with quiet, full hearts
Tow witness the softly spoken words
That will alter the couse of two histories
Gone are the awed whispers of childhood
Gone are the fairy-dusted dreams
The wide eyes, the up-stretched hand
That traced the clouds with tiny fingers
Gone are the children they were, though traces remain-
The starry eyes of the groom,
The rosy cheek of the bride
His red cowboy boots
And her bare feet on the soft green grass
W wayward breeze teases the flowers
Who bow, and sway, with innate knowledge
Of time and Love, and of grass and sky.
A forgotten magic weaves in and out
With flecks of afternoon sunlight 
And everyone remembers and believes
Finally, hand in hand the lovers ran
Amidst the cheers of those who love them best
To leave chldhood firmly behind, 
For more solid dreams of grown up youth
With a final wave, and a bridal smile fraught with tears,
They are gone, into the future
Into the bright, and into the new, and the lovely
Trailed by the enduring vestiges of who they were
Which, with love and faith
Will serve as a foundation upon which to build
Everything they will become together.  

-Jessica Arroyo Martinez