all grown up

all grown up

Where has the time gone?
Twenty-five years, disappeared.
Blonde and brown-eyed,
full of three-year-old spunk
you were, when we first met.
Now, the only “time out” to be had
is for me to watch with pride
as you walk the aisle, a beautiful bride.

2011-04-08
P. Wanken

~ for Hillary ~

hillary

written for Poetic Asides poem-a-day challenge Day 8: “ready to celebrate”

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10 comments

    1. Amy~
      Though I had a significant role in the life of this bride for many years, she is not my daughter–though I love her, as one. I was never fortunate enough to be given the title of “mom”…but thank you for your kind words. They touch my heart.
      ~Paula

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