There she sits, my little girl, before her mirror
Glowing and flushing with excitement,
Why so many women and hours to prettify a flower?
Is she thinking of me now, at this very moment?
She will know I’m right by her side,
To give her heart away to her chosen one,
Since her birth I woke for her every little whimper,
Will he care for her as I’ve done?
She’ll always be mine, even if I give her hand away,
We’ve shown her what’s family, humility and love,
And that she will pass on to create one of her own,
Our legacy of selfless love would carry on…
Does he understand his privilege, what he’s taking from me?
I was the only superhero she called for when demons chased
Can he better me, in loving her despite her whims?
Silly thought, yet in me specious contempt fills, will I be replaced?
Her kindness will touch them all,
In her admirable strength lies my pride,
Her sleepy whimpers unalike from her bridal fidgets,
Soon he’ll learn from all her perfections, she’s like me and always mine.
The time has come, she rises,
The short walk from her mirror to the wedding stage felt like forever,
A vacuum fills my mind when she turns around,
At last, the sight of her adorned in flowers…