For the first time in a while I’m using a prompt from MamaKat. One of her prompts this week was: Write a poem about a time you were left behind.

Vows were made, sealed with a kiss.
Onto the reception they were whisked.

Dinner, dancing, a bit of drinking.
Family, friends,  the party was shrinking.

Tired, worn out, the day was ending.
Time to depart, the honeymoon pending.

Bride and groom gathered their things,
Bits and pieces in the wings

Then returned to the hall to go home
Only to find themselves all alone

Everyone had left in a rush
Leaving us in the dust.

So we favored the still open bar
Until family arrived in a car

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True story.  Hubby & I got left behind at our own reception.  We’d used a limo to get from the church to pictures and then the reception…and not one person had planned on how we would get home to our cars so we could leave for the hotel.  We had to call my parents and remind them of our existence.

Thankfully they only lived about 5 miles from the reception location!!