Bride

I saw a pretty bride

Her skin glowing with the love of her groom

She draped the strength of her mother

The affection of her siblings was her jewelry

The pride in her father’s eyes

The solitaire on her finger.

The values of her upbringing

Was the garland in her neck.

The blessings of her elders

Sat pretty in her hair.

She did not need any other adornments

For they will never match what she has.

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