The Perfect Day
By Maya P
Her beautiful hair, her beautiful dress
It was quite perfect, I must confess
A shimmery stone that I had found
Amongst the flawless beach background
Throughout the ceremony, it in my hand
Whilst my toes wriggled amongst the sand
It sits upon my kitchen table
To return to that day, I am unable
I look at it every now and then
How I wish to go back to that day again