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Click hereKeeping my eyes away from the mirror as to not cry and mess up my make-up.
I didn't need to see in it anyway, I had seen this thousands of times
In my dreams, day dreams, thoughts and minds eye.
Slowly slipping it over my head the fullness the satin the beads and pearls
were as ethereal as I had always known it would feel.
As the folds of white cascaded to the ground brushing it ever so lightly.
I stood there looking at myself mirrored in my father's eyes his glistening tears
brought a softness much like the satin of the gown. It took on an aura of a fairy tale.
His walking towards me brought my tears to surface. Emotionally we were bonded.
"Oh you look as beautiful as your mother she would be so proud." He whispered.
"Thanks dad she would be so proud of you in your tuxedo." I whispered.
The strings of music brought us back to the moment, Mom was watching from above.
Veil down to hide my tears, dad had to stay strong. Her gown my day it left me breathless dad
squeezed my arm to reassure me it was going to be
perfect.
poem laced with a touch of sadness as thoughts of her late mother surfaced...as she dressed for the wedding. Well done.
Touching moment as a father prepares to give away his daughter in marriage. Poignant and endearing.