My little bride
Today, I am a proud father, Walking the aisle with the little princess, The little bride to be… The little fairy born with cherry colored toes, On a cloudy day to bring showers in my life, A blessing of my life…. There was nothing sweeter than her smile, No fancy poem can ever describe her beautiful walk, She was most beautiful flower in my life’s garden… Feeding her a morsel of food, Was not even equal to all the finest food filling my stomach, I wonder if it is elixir of life… When she walked off to school, Her bag carried my heart away with her, I saw my mother in her eyes… Years passed by, But still my daughter remained a little princess to me, The same as what I saw her on that cloudy day… When she graduated, No other dad than me would have felt so proud, With my eyes clicking snaps for my heart’s memory… The shirt with her first salary, Proved to be the best even amidst all my finest suits, I still remember the day when I boasted to all my friends… When s