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.

13 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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