The Child Bride by StormSage

Her mother held her
maternal instincts
for now providing the love
and nurturing that we all need.

To her father
a mere burden, a girl
nothing but a heavier ball
now hanging from his already weighted chain.

Her heart died a little
every day that you grew
the woman who bore you
sharing a fate, she knew o' so well.

Double digits, not long now
old enough to hear the whispers
yet not old enough to understand
her fathers burden, will soon be lightened.

From beneath the fine red veil
her world spins, her heart breaks
afraid to cry, to scared to breath
as the dowry is exchanged.

Her mother holds her little girl - tight
one last time
not wanting to let go
yet not able to hold on.

(C) Leanne Elliott
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