That soft fingers of your hand which touched me for first...... Is all grown now to hold a third person(my son-in law)..... The face which was so childish.... Is now glowing with beauty of shyness..... The warmth which we felt among ourselves..... Is now going to be spread among a new family through you... My daughter, Though i am going to miss you... I am proud you are mine.
haha you misunderstood i am just 22 my sis is getting married i just wrote what my parents might be feeling right now thats all i am single
Seriously... misunderstood your comment like Googleglass. It's a shame it isn't your daughter who is getting married. it would have done justice to the poem.