Drops Of Sand (Narrative Detail Assignment)

It's Friday? Holy smokes Anomalies.

One of my favorite classes in grad school was Words For Music. It was a very intense class where we wrote a song almost every week. In this class, I met most of my lifelong graduate school friends and had so much fun creating and critiquing each other's works.

This assignment required the class to write a song that tells a story. I chose to write about the going to Vegas to get married. At that time, I never really wrote songs like stories and it was a challenge for me. I miss grad school so much but I don't miss homework, lol.

The title Drops of Sand is from the sand that Brian and I poured together into a jar during our ceremony. It's a mix of blue and green and lives on a bookshelf in the living room. It looks good enough to eat.

The Sandomaly

Drops Of Sand

One brother came all the way from Brooklyn

Our father said Florida might have kept him away

My oldest brother only brought his wife from Georgia

They left the kids behind needed to get away

Michael brought a date and he regretted it

He said it's like bringing sand to the beach

We left our home the last time as boyfriend and girlfriend

The rest of our lives within our reach

Travelled from San Diego, my mother cried

Her little girl was getting married Sunday

Our families made their way across the country

One spring eight years ago, the first day of May

Drops of sand in a jar

It's been so long but here we are

My grandmother ended up staying home

She said that she didn't have a ride

Missed all the festivities that Thursday

My throat was on fire needed to rest that night

Friday the men and the women went separate ways

Ruby knew exactly where the ladies should go

My last night in singledom went by so very fast

We laughed. We danced until the sun came up

He kissed me good night till we met at the altar

My daddy walked with me and said that I was beautiful

The best day of my life is when I became his wife

One spring eight years ago, the first day of May

Drops of sand in a jar

It's been so long but here we are

Drops of sand in a jar

It's been so long but here we are

One spring eight years ago, the first day of May

One spring eight years ago, the first day of May