When a girl child is no longer a child,
And begins to look under new leaves,
Questioning, discovering, and loving,
New loves, new places, new thoughts,
A parent -- or step, both joys and grieves,
That inevitable call that beguiles.
One day, came he whose eyes adored,
Formed in faith, and a rich imaginary,
Wise and wisening, behold him inweave,
His heart, his life, with hers, and then ours,
Joyful, trusting , tearful -- did he marry,
Thus bound sweetly in these tender cords.
As days to months to years, our fellowship,
Enriching our circle in punnery and poise,
As seasons season with mirth and melancholy,
Incipient creases reveal a depth in his soul,
As in all-- testing reveals his metal, the alloys,
Of Matt, husband -- even in son-in-lawship,
A good man,
We are proud,
To love.
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