Dear Child, I whisper in your ear
You’re sixteen, at the start of your life
Don’t look so sad, it will pass
Later, much later to be a wife
I know you are in pain
But there is no need
Your confidence will grow
With you as you mature
And the chance will come again
You can be so sure
That someday you will find the one
The right one. Don’t marry in haste
Such a waste, a sacrifice of a life not led
The way it should have been
Chances unseen
Opportunities lost
Was that to your cost?
Was it fate that you didn’t know?
Or naivety that you wed
So young, so innocent, so relieved in yourself
That you won’t be left on the shelf.
You never would have been, my Dear
You grew into a beautiful, intelligent woman
Discontent, trapped, in constant fear
Of life passing,
My voice too late
To make you wait.
Years fly by, she is old but free
But she spread her wings, did all the things

She had only dreamed off.
But maybe she was right
All along, because if she had not been
Inclined to marry at sweet nineteen
She wouldn’t have her children near
Her grandchildren she loves so dear
So Fate ensures what has to be
Needs no interfering words from me