Friday, May 8, 2015

Poetry - The Father

The Father
Bride and groom
Walk hand in hand down the aisle
Away from the altar,
And to the door.
Friends and relatives clap and cheer them on
As they walk to begin their new lives

And at the back of this group,
Far from all attention,
At the first pew to the altar,
Stands the father of the daughter.
He claps along but it’s not difficult to see
The eyes and half-smile that dwells upon
Mixed feelings.

He who had accompanied his daughter from the door to the altar
He who had raised her up from her infancy to her adulthood
He who was once her protector and provider,
Now just father.

“Who giveth this woman to be wedded to this man?”

“I do.”

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