From a mother to her daughter

The altar was all set for the bride to walk in.

It felt nice,

it felt good,
but also some sadness seeping through.

There have been times when i don't care,

but this time i couldn't dare.

It was her smiles that made me cry,

her wedding was a tough test to keep my eyes dry.

A daughter, a sister, a friend to many walked out of home,

holding the hand of the one who makes her his own.

She will oil her hair on her own now,

and my fingers will yearn for those silky tresses.

Tough is the parting people say,

but sweeter it gets if one knows it's for the best of all.

I wish them a happy married life,

and may they always be the best husband and wife.