The Invitation

You are cordially invited
To the event of the year
And I want you to go
Even if it spills a few tears
I don’t want you to wear black
But I will allow you to cry
I want the hymns to be tasteful
The lyrics should not be shy
There will be lots of people
Minutes may seem like hours
There could be cards of sympathy
And probably lots of flowers
A last chance to send a message
Things will never be the same
You will never see me in this dress
Or use my echoing name
You’ll never see anything like it
Just like that I’ll be gone
Waltzing away all in white
Into the sun that once shone
It’s the moment I’m waiting for
I will always be ready to try
But I had so much left to do
Before I let myself die
So you are cordially invited
And no it’s not in my head
I hope you can’t make my funeral
So perhaps you’ll come to my wedding instead?

But if you can’t come to my wedding
I’ll know for sure that I’m dead.


Laura Salmon's picture

I have been a keen writer and reader of poetry for the last 8 years., I grew up in North Lincolnshire with my family., I am now 21 and in the final semester of my undergrad degree., I have had several pieces published in the past., My poetry is often concerned with the many aspects of the human conditon, and world and political situations such as the war., Aside from my degree and poetry I am a horserider and I compete regularly with my horse Jayde!

Last updated June 23, 2011