Saturday, November 3, 2012

Reflecting on the Bride to Be

I only have one daughter
so this is new to me
the flood of memories that came rushing back
when she told me she is getting married.
Why is it that this grown girl
makes me remember the babe
all pink and new and squealing?
I put a dress on her right away,
My little girl with eyes so bright,
The day you were born was filled with promise
Of this day, this future,
This letting go,
This remembering of birth,
This aching love in my heart.

(For my daughter, Renee.)

~Kathie Adams Brown (October 24, 2012)

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