The Momma Clan

In the golden twilight of our years,

With trembling hands and joyful fears,

I present to you, my heart’s delight,

A humble flower, bathed in love’s pure light.

This blossom, frail and delicate, it may seem,

Holds a story, a dream within its gleam,

For in its petals, I see reflections of you,

A love that blossomed, timeless and true.

This flower, a symbol of vows unspoken,

Whispering promises that won’t be broken,

A love that’s endured, through seasons’ change,

Now I stand before you, my heart rearranged.

So, my love, will you take this bloom,

And with it, accept my eternal groom?

For in this gesture, I humbly implore,

To spend forever with you, and love you more.

With hopeful eyes and a tender plea,

I ask, dear one, will you marry me?

Let this flower be the symbol of our unity,

As we journey through life, together, faithfully.

And as you hold this blossom in your hand,

Know that my love for you will forever stand,

Through the trials of age, we’ll find our way,

Bound by this flower’s promise, day by day.

-Dr. Arwa Saifi