Mother Wedding Poems and Vows

December twentieth two thousand and three, A day to remember in my memory. The day that my daughter, the light of my life, Will walk down the aisle, to become someone’s wife. And I shall be proud as I walk by her side, The father of such a beautiful bride. The groom will be waiting, best man by his side, And lips will be bitten, eyes trying not to cry. Vows they will both make “I do “both will say, On this, my daughters wedding day. Proud we’ll both stand, her mother and me, And remember the time that they were we.

I have done with love and lust, I reck not for gold or fame; I await familiar dust These frail fingers to reclaim: Not for me the tiger flame.
Not for me the furnace glow, Rage of fire and ashen doom; To sweet earth my bones bestow Where above a lowly tomb January roses bloom.
Fools and fools and fools are you Who your dears to fires confide; Give to Mother Earth her due: Flesh may waste but bone will bide,-- Let loved ones lie side by side.
Let God's Acre ever dream; Shed your tears and blossoms bring; On age-burnished bone will gleam Crucifix and wedding ring: Graves are for sweet comforting.
Curst be those who my remains Hurl to horror of the flames!

She looked deep into his eyes wondering why she loved him It was not shape or personality alone His tongue was sharp at times and as he touched her magic parts Wondering -- vanished

My mother in-law is a wonderful person. She treats me good and tells me all about her son. She said that she hopes the best for us. That she hopes we last long and someday get married. I love hearing her say that. It tells me that I have her approval. She even told me that the reason she tells me about her son is because she sees me like her daughter and I take that to the heart.

Looking about on a starry night An old man turned to his wife. . . "I see all the love we've shared somewhere -- beyond the moon in your eyes." She beamed.

amidst musty furniture and splintering rafters there it hung draped across the manikin so gracefully elegant and beautiful white and lacy with its gleaming pearls and lingering train its a gown for a seraph glowing luminously in the dim light of the loft so glamorous almost perfect stunning like my mother bold as my father embodying love and devotion memories and passion inhibits a model's splendor grants me a sense of ecstasy my mother's wedding dress

Whale-bone satchel hidden underneath The husband comes in to take the sheath From his wife, To pull away the knife. Support this cradled strap Call the cartographer for a map To chart the followed Path, Taken before by Plath. Hold the chest For this test Of love, Of affection From above, This rejection Holds still a toy For a boy And twirls For a girl.

December twentieth two thousand and three, A day to remember in my memory. The day that my daughter, the light of my life, Will walk down the aisle, to become someone’s wife. And I shall be proud as I walk by her side, The father of such a beautiful bride. The groom will be waiting, best man by his side, And lips will be bitten, eyes trying not to cry. Vows they will both make “I do “ both will say, On this, my daughters wedding day. Proud we’ll both stand, her mother and me, And remember the time that they were we.

When you and your wife had your baby, he became the ultimate symbol of love that you two share. He represents a love that will stand the test of time and that shines brighter than a flare. Some people think that wedding rings are the symbol of love between a man and his wife. But wedding rings are just pieces of metal and they can't touch the symbol of love that comes from this tiny life.

there she stands in her white flowing dress beautiful flowers in her hair she couldn't be happier she's waited so long for this moment waiting to greet her groom she can hardly keep standing the song begins to play sounding like a million trumpets she walks down the isle wishing she could run she sees her mother and father and all her closest friends it all seems so unreal and then she wakes up it was all a dream a bitter sweet dream she knows the one she dreams of her heart begins to break maybe one of these days this dream will come true

John Stewart stood proud. Mother, white dress, veil. Beautiful long, brown hair. Piercing blue eyes, pretty. Handsome beau awaits her. Popi and Aunt Mae's house. First wedding, to bare two Beautiful babies. One with Brown hair, eyes as father. Other brown hair, blue eyes.