This Beautiful Bride

Looking in the mirror with her hair all a curl.
This can’t be my little girl.
Making sure that she looks her best on her special day.
But to me she is special in everyway.
Her mother helping her put on her dress.
Making sure everything is just right and not a mess.
She sees me looking at her from the door.
She turns and gives me the same smile like she had so many times before.
To me she is the most beautiful bride,
And my tears I can no longer hide.
As I hold her in one last embrace,
In my heart she had such a special place.
This beautiful bride is all grown.
But under the dress and veil is the little girl I once had known.