On My Daughter’s Wedding Day (4)

For my daughter.

Sometimes I write about actual events and people I know; sometimes I write fiction. The poems in this series are about actual family events.

(Part I)

(Part II)

(Part III)

True Story 4

Part IV – A Toast

Hold fast, no matter what else you may do
To what you know is right, and to each other:
And may this day bestow new lives to you,
The lives of husband, wife – (father or mother?)

Let mutual respect provide the floor
Let love be walls your true hopes to contain;
Let openness between you be a door
Let kindness be a roof to block the rain

May love be patient, as it always should
Do not compete – you are on the same team –
Do each no harm, and where you can, do good:
Together, help to reach what each can dream.

Never forget the vows you made this day.
Always recall, all power’s from Above –
And that a marriage only finds its way
By honor,

Truth,

And faith

And hope

And love

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

14 thoughts on “On My Daughter’s Wedding Day (4)”

  1. When I was once questioning the direction in my life after the deaths of my boys, a wise man said to me, “That page hasn’t been written yet.” That’s what this series reminds me of. Thank you for sharing it.

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    1. She (my stepdaughter) was so happy that day. I hope I never forget it. It was a day of pure joy.

      I was so sorry reading about the loss of your sons. I find your blog, and your outlook on life, to be inspiring.

      Thank you for all the kind words.

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  2. the 4 cantos of this story remind me so much of my own family life. my mother lost her first husband after less than a year, in a car crash when she was 29. a year later her second had a mental breakdown and commited suicide in front of her . then 2 years later she married dad and had my sister and then me, we were a happy family.but I became a war correspodent and married a lovely Vietnamese girl.18 months later she and my daughter were killed in a mortar attack in Saigon. but 2 years later I married again and have two super sons. only my own prayers have got me through an extraordinary life – my blogs tell tales of how I survived – but I can assure your daughter that happiness, now and forever, is always within the reach of all of us. Anton

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  3. A truly beautiful account of your daughter’s wonderful day and the trauma she had to endure in getting there. I’m sure the memories are as strong today as they were when you wrote these 4 posts.

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