The Bride

THE BRIDE The day is finally here The groom has arrived Here comes the bride gorgeously dressed Her beauty shines like the harmattan sun Her smiles are bright like the full moon Little do you know she is sad in her heart But i ask WHY? She begins to cry for the day has come She leaves her beloved mother She leaves her wonderful father. A day she forget being Aunty mi A day she end calling daddy for everything A day she end bothering mommy on what to eat A day she stops spinster life An entry into a mixed journey of a new future A day she take up a "Mrs" Oh! Here comes our bride Sobbing on exit from singlhood Again I ask, for WHERE But to a place she has to start building a family again In tears she hugged her beloved mother and she said cry not my daughter In tears she kneeled before her wonderful father and he wiped her tears Finally they both said, make us PROUD