Ever since she was a little girl,
Her daddy take her on his knee.
He would call her his little Pearl;
Sweep her up in his arms with spree.
Her head when she was only ten,
Was full of crazy dreams.
She told them to her daddy, now and again,
About what she wanted to be, in extremes.
Growing fast she turned sixteen.
Her daddy gave her a ring with a promise.
The gift made her feel serene
And she began to take more advice.
Daddy began to see she was no longer a little girl.
Growing up way to fast
She became a mural
On the wall from the past.
The years passed by all to fast
For her daddy and mama.
It wasn't long till she'd be at full mast;
Sailing seas in a world of drama.
When she was eighteen, she meet a boy
And brought him home to meet her parents.
Not very long after they had met,
He inquired for their consent.
Her smile flooded through all the house.
Her ring sparked day and night.
She'd soon have a wonderful spouse,
Who would keep loving her all the way.
The invitations were all sent.
The arrangements were almost complete.
All their time was filled and well spent,
And their wedding day would be replete.
Her gown had been passed down
From generation to generation.
So she carried out the tradition;
There would be no frown or suspicion.
The veil had belonged to her mother -
The woman who knew all about her,
And would always be her mentor
No matter what life brought her.
The piece she placed in her hair,
Had long been her great grandmother's,
And if she had still been there
She'd have shed tears of admiration.
Every piece she wore stood for something,
More special than words could describe.
As she walked down the isle she felt tugging
On her heart that had been transcribed.
The days approached quite quickly
Those days she'd looked so forward to.
All her life seemed to come like a blast;
Her daddy she'd no longer look to.
The sweet ring on her hand was replaced
With one she'd never remove.
As the girl became interlaced
With the man she so dearly loved.
Her daddy watched with tear filled eyes
As she became one with the groom.
His little girl was off and assail
And there was nothing that he could do.
No matter how old she would get
She'd always be his little girl,
And no matter how far she went
He'd love her in his heart as "His little Pearl".
written by Evelyn Creon
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