First Wedding of My Own

You can only make out of it,
what you get.
Who are these people?
What's going to happen,
to me?
A wedding after another...
here comes one
I can finally call my own.
From that familiar hum from childhood
to a new dress for that
specific occasion.
From a picture I drew as a child,
I never knew that would come true. 
Sitting in patience, happy,
excited.
we are coming to my favorite part
I couldn't wait...
I can remember the excitment
of getting some of that decorated cake.
White and tall, haunting as I walk by.
I'm not allowed to have chocolate,
Besides, I want to keep my dress white.
Looking in the back
at what was supposed to be the front,
behind the so called dance floor.
I wonder?
Why can't I join my family
at that long white table in the front?
Six chairs in there she sat,
she looked gorgeous in that white
long-sleeved ballgown.   
Her and my future father.
There they sat,
enjoying themselves, while I sat
with my new family.
As young as I was,
I don't think I knew the meaning of marrge.
The meaning of getting married or being married.
The moment she walked down the aisle, that kiss,
that dance.
The first half-brother,
first step uncle.
I still don't understand.
All I knew I knew I had a new life,
a new uncle, new grandparents.
Everything was new.
A happy new life,
You can only make out of it,
what you get.