This magical day...your wedding...when I give you a kiss goodbye...
yes, my darling daughter...you'll see your mother cry.
Some of those tears will be of happiness...
seeing you wed such a wonderful guy.
And some of those tears are from yesterdays...remembering my little girl...who grew from a rough neck tom boy...into a precious pearl.
Included are tears of saddness...feeling helpless with your growing pains...wanting always to give you answers...to those questions that might still remain.
I told you then as I do now...that life is an unfinished book...with each new day is a chapter...to stop awhile...and take a look.
For the world is your adventure land...to make happy, prosperous or sad...so make the best of each and every day...to assure in the end...you'll be glad.
All I'll add in advice my darling...on your magical, wonderous day...
is to return all the love the he gives you...in your charming and girlish way.
Helen Nastri
1982 copywrite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem