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"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. | | | |
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