My Son's Wife
I held his hand,
You hold his heart.
I raised him up,
For you from the start.
From son to dad,
In a few short years.
My pride overflows,
Brings me to tears.
The ties that bind,
Have brought you to me;
He made you his wife,
Grafted to our family tree.
None of my blood,
Flows through your veins,
Yet, my daughter you are,
So heaven sustains.
You are my love!
You are my life!
My beautiful daughter,
My son's precious wife.
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Heart to Heart
PoetryCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.
