They see you as a woman, as a bride,
Sweet in a modelled gown of creamy lace;
Your blue eyes turned to him in trust and pride,
Your golden curls a halo for your face.
Yet I, your mother, see you not as this
Alone: I see you as a baby in my arms
Helpless and small, mine to adore and kiss;
I see you as a child of three whose charms
And childish laughter are for me alone;
I see your first, brief step beside my knee;
I see you in the years when you have grown
Into the lovely woman that they see.
A thousand priceless memories I keep
Within my heart. Forgive me that I weep.

Bride's Mother by Christie Lund