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Couldn'T Be Prouder
I couldn't be prouder
than the day you were born
my beautiful little miracle
your tiny fingers curled over mine
your pretty eyes captured me
and melted me
I loved you then
and every day
since your
arrival from heaven
we won't talk about what I would do
to anyone who would ever harm you
but that's what I thought holding you
for the first time
my precious baby girl
and we won't talk about
any struggles raising you
(there were only a few)
all the tears and pain in the world
would never erase the joy
I feel when you smile
and, my angel
you smile so much
on my arm
on this day
I have to give you away
you are the most resplendent treasure
who wouldn't cry to see you
walking down the aisle
your handsome groom
whom I know loves you
as much as I do
can't keep his eyes dry
reading vows
from your huge heart
only makes it harder
warm love tumbles
down my cheeks
just seeing the sky
above you
so clear blue
a
wispy white lace
canopy of grace
etched delicately
over you
and that guy with whom
I like to barbecue
golf
and share a good shot of
whiskey
I love him too
and your little you
who lights up the world
she's only two
lucky you
experiencing the blessing
I had
well "have"
my beautiful baby girl
who's teeny tiny fingers
curled over
my callused hand
who
with her daddy
went on dessert dates
played hooky
and
hunted ghosts
in that old hotel
my favorite
fishing buddy...
...she'll always be mine
sun sparkling your gown
like magic radiating
from your soul
I couldn't be prouder
than the day you were born
but damn this comes close
my barbecue buddy
could not ask for
a more priceless gift
than the one whose
gentle hand squeezes mine
just before it lets go
soft fingers curl
tenderly into his
my precious baby
his beautiful bride
Copyright ©
Steven Young
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