The sound of wedding bells, I hear My daughter’s maiden flight, so near Festive celebrations, in full gear And nuptial gaiety, so much in the air This letter I write to my daughter dear To consider seriously and not to sneer She is entering a turning point in life Getting ready to be a young man’s wife * * * * “Oh, Love! Under our sheltering wings Guarded you were, from tumultuous swings Now that you are going away To live under another man’s sway, Bear in mind this counsel thrown By a mother who through age has wiser grown That’ll make your life blissful as you wish And keep it aglow without blemish Make a home of the house you go Give love to all in weal and woe On your face, a pleasing smile you wear Cover in cheer, your furrowed brow of care Give the man all that you can share And show him that you really do care Condone him, though frailties abound And correct him in private, not raising sound As years glide and glamour fades As grimy truths emerge from shades Life may not appear all that fair As once it seemed to the soulful pair Yet, believe, your life is clad in glory Dispel all nagging thoughts that leave you sorry Know, the stumbling blocks that seem so gory Will finally lead to brighter paths of glory Conquer hearts through your innate charisma Never surrender to anyone but to your anima Feel proud that you are a woman. Gifted perhaps more than men with acumen Do not ever demean yourself or forget your identity Even in trying situations, never lose your serenity Hold your head up and never look timid. And venture into a life with dreams vivid!”
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