"Consider this a toast my daughter dear"
by Charlie Anderson
(This sonnet is for my daughter, my only child, who will be married this summer. Her name, Cassie Anderson, is spelled out in the first letters of each line.)
Consider this a toast my daughter dear,
A toast, and more, a prayer for wedded bliss.
So soon the day arrives oh, my, it's near:
So soon you'll drop a name to take on his.
I've watched your eyes watch him: the die is cast.
Endearment fills your heart my blessing's won;
And his concern for you is bound to last.
No doubt this father's doubts are gone and done.
Dive straight into the flowing stream of years.
Explore life's roads with him, both high and low.
Resolve to share the fears, the smiles, the tears.
Stay strong in bonded love, come joy or woe.
Oh, yes, I bless your choice, my daughter dear.
Now toast and pray with me, the day draws near.
About the Author
Most of all I am a father. I reside in a tiny town (populations 225 people, 400 or so moose) at the northern tip of Maine where we apparently set a local record for snowfall (nearly 200") this winter. The snowbanks covering my windows had a way of providing atmosphere and appetite for introspection and poetry.
Bed of Roses Love Sonnet Contest Winner
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).