Wednesday 22 April 2015

The Father of the Bride

The  Father of the Bride

Here’s the beautiful innocent ‘Bride’,
All decked and ready to ‘glide’,
Towards a future- full of love and shining ‘bright’.
Entire night her eyes may have ‘cried’,
With the fear of losing her friend, philosopher and ‘guide’..
But as always, she finds him standing by her side,
Shoulders firm and smile as wide,…
For he is the Father of the Bride.,.
And as time takes a giant ‘stride’,
 the moment has come for them to abide,
Even  the mirror gladly  shares their pride.

Through her childhood, he may have ‘spied’ ,
To figure what she liked and ‘disliked’.
Whenever her choices were too ‘wide’,
And unable she was to ‘decide’..;
He would use all his ‘might’ to ease her ‘plight’;
so her world never went down and ‘upside’.
No gift or  wish  he ever ‘denied’,
With him, her journey seemed a joy ‘ride’.

And as she tries for her emotions to ‘hide’,
… she finds him standing by her side,
Shoulders firm and smile as wide.
For he is the Father of the Bride;
And as time takes a giant ‘stride’..;
 the moment has come for them to ‘abide’;
Even  the mirror gladly  shares their ‘pride’…

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