The warm breeze blowing her hair,the gentle

rain fills the air.Her smile is seen ,her laughter is

heard,the vision clear,the memory not blurred.

My daughters small hands and beautiful blue

eyes,brings me the happiness of past times.

Now she is grown,ready to wed,new hopes,

new dreams i agree to give

Her beautiful face,her heart full of love

her delcate hands, placed in gloves.Her golden

blond hair all full of flowers, I count the hours

Her hand in mine as I feel the tears fall,my girl

my baby is no more.the tears fall faster as she walks

away, her new husband awaits her on this wonderful

day.

Tears,laughter the day at an end,memories and joys

will never end, a new life for her, new things to see

but always my baby to me……..