Her silken hair with lashes long,
Bright pink roses upon her cheeks.
Lips of satin so moist and soft, Voice charms the birds from the trees.
Humming sweetly she's so young,
Eyes blue and clear and bright.
Teeth like pearls in a velvet mouth, All dressed in lace and white.
Her wedding day this special time,
She's so radiant that she glows.
With this day always in my mind, While I watched my little girl grow.
Who is that beauty walking there,
Down the aisle on Daddys' arm.
Tall and wonderously elegant, Smileing with love and charm.
Soon my baby will no longer be,
For she will be grown up too.
With so very much ahead of her now, Her journey just starting anew...
copyright © 1997 By Sheila Lynn
