This poem reaches back into the most precious of memories, memories which greatly overshadow the many sorrows experienced in life.
The time has come
For this beautiful bride
Who at 2 years old
Sat on my kitchen floor
Playing with pots and pans
And an oatmeal box drum
The time has come for her to shine as the sun.
The time has come
For this beautiful bride
Who at 6 years old
Loved for me to braid her hair
Playing house for hours
With her favorite dolls
The time has now come for her to walk tall
The time has come
For this beautiful bride
Who at 10 years old
Loved to play with her friends
Role-playing the people
They imagined they might grow up to be
The time has now come for her to begin living reality
The time has come
For this beautiful bride
Who at 16 years old
Had her heart crushed for the very first time
She cried as her dad held her, they talked about life
The time has now come to be her true love’s wife
The time has come
For this beautiful bride
Who at 22 gave up her fairy tale notions?
And embraced life with eyes opened wide
I am so proud of my daughter and of the choice she has made
And I watch as my own love of 30 years proudly gives his daughter away
You would think the overwhelming joy of that day
Was enough for us all, because it was for this happiness we had prayed
But now the time has come for my beautiful daughter
To become a mom and me a grandmother
Grandpa is nearly bursting with pride
I’m not sure there is enough Kleenex to keep our tears dried
The miracle of birth bursts forth with all its joy
And life once again becomes complete with the birth of this precious baby boy
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