Here is a sequel to my earlier post about moist eyes at the time of bidding farewell to the darling daughter after her wedding.
It is a reproduction of the matter from another newspaper-clipping which I have pasted, along with the other paper-cutting, on the inside cover of the wedding album of Daughter I.
Hidden inside the woman,
Is a little girl;
Your little girl.
You’ve watched her grow,
From pigtails to jeans, to sarees.
She’s made the last twenty-one years ,
Seem like twenty-one weeks.
And now,
Another man is laying claim,
To her attention.
You don’t know whether you are happy,
Or jealous.
This is the time,
To reinforce your position as,
The Best Man in her life.
!!! :)))))))) :((((((((((
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