Your treasure you call me,
A blessing from above.
I have grown with your love,
Your mirror image, I always will be.
To be fearless, yet deferential you taught me,
Now, with you by my side,
Unknown paths I gleefully tread.
What lies ahead,
I will trudge with pride.
Brimming with zest,
As bride looking ahead,
You say, I should cross threshold of this nest.
My beacon you have been,
Honed all your skills and grown.
Sometimes tantrums are thrown,
But, you ignore and treat me as a queen.
Leaving my home for another, I am not keen.
To embark on life new,
All my inhibitions will shed.
Wings I will spread,
Mom, proud will make you.
Brimming with zest,
As bride looking ahead,
Graciously, will cross threshold of this nest.
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