A few years back and I remember,
it was in May and not December,
a daughter bride, a father’s pride
and an honored sister there in stride.

A beauty, like her sister is,
fully grown, she’ll soon be his.
A loving daughter, kind and smart
a special place in Daddy’s heart!.

Down the aisle I will walk her,
bittersweet, but I will walk her,
another day to give her hand,
again the second luckiest man!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides 2017 April PAD – Day 13: Family


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