The aura of loveliness and poise that she had
Quickened the beats of my heart
And made me glad
It was an acknowledged fact
that she was pretty
that she had real tact
and also was witty
restraining a sigh
I looked once again
I wanted to cry
And discard all the pain
But yet I was happy and very proud too
As I had to her, been kind, and so true
And when she looked at me, with a glance that held joy
My heart almost burst with a similar kind of joy
Her mother had died
When she was young
And she to me
For solace had clung
I had bestowed on her affection and love
Taught her to be as pure as the dove
Had often wiped out the frown from her brow.
Her success and failure concerned me too
I did all that was in my power to do
I cried when she cried
And sat by her side
And consoled her till
All the tears had dried –
Now my only wish
Was to see her as a bride
When she got married
I did not know what to do
The fruit was bitter sweet
When she bid adieu
How can a father not
Grieve for his child
His one and only daughter
Who laughed when he smiled
And yet how can he
Be selfish, and be sad
When she sets on a new life
And is rosy and so glad
When she’s all of a sudden coy, and so very sky
What can he do, except just try
To accept the fact, and brighten his face
And not at all show, of recent tears, a trace
When I look again I blink
For what I mistake to be stars in the skies
Are the stars that twinkled in her doe-like eyes
So blessing her, I turn
With a heavy heart of course
And try not to be, gloomy or morose
My child, may you be
Blessed with happiness
May your husband
Over you always fuss
May you fulfill his wishes
And be a model wife
May my blessings remain with you
All through your life