May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God’s presence   
in all you say and do.

May your family surround you
and give you reasons to smile.
May your friends and loved ones
go with you an extra mile.

May you know joy and gladness
and have a life of peace.
And may your load grow lighter  
and all your cares decrease.

May your sleep be ever so sweet
as you retire each night.
And when you wake each morning,
may your burdens feel light.

May mercy and grace follow you
every minute of every day.
And may you feel the love of God
As you go on your way!

Source: 
Lenora McWhorter

I want to start by congratulating you for this new turn in your life, 
U’ll be entering this new world being a sister, daughter and a wife. 
You must be thinking that it will be a tough ride, 
Trust me there will be no one from which you need to hide. 
You are entering this family, boarding a new flight. 

A flight which is quite small but it’s pilot’s (grandfather and grandma) are never wrong, 
Just like wings (father and uncle) of a plane they are backbone of our family standing strong, 
Two crew members (mother and aunt) of this flight who will always maintain its bond, 
And we four (siblings) will always be there with you in this journey all along. 
Don’t be afraid coz this journey will be quite long. 

I’m glad you decide to board this flight, 
But before that i want to get your basics right, 
This is not the family where you will be bound,  you will be a free kite. 
Your views will always be crowned, without any fight, 
You will be loved, you will be cared, you will be trusted, your views will be shared. 
But There’s only one thing that is expected from you,  everyone in my family and their views are respected by you. 

Source:

Prince

Thanks for joining me!

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. — Edward Young

Purple veins strain against the skin.
Pale, translucent, paper thin.
Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
Brown spots from years that she can’t erase.

Now wrinkled and fragile, weak and sore,
So many things she can’t do anymore.
Some days she feels she’s been betrayed
By the cruelty of her advancing age.

She rubs her hands to ease the ache
And recalls the life they helped to make.
She looks at them and feels the loss,
Living a life bears a very high cost.

These hands that held her children near,
That gently dried their salty tears.
Hands that held her husband’s tight,
That never let go against the fight.

Miraculous hands that protected and soothed.
Hands, they conveyed her every mood.
Hands so strong they could carry the weight,
That would never give up and never forsake.

Those hands that took little but always gave,
Hands that applauded each achievement made.
Those soft, sweet hands that gently cared,
For those sick or lost in dark despair.

Hands that fussed and fumbled that day
Her husband gave their daughter away.
Those hands holding tight as he slowly died,
Caressing his brow as she stood by his side.

Hands that rocked her grandson to sleep,
That gladly took over when others grew weak.
Hands that once held everyone that she loved,
And prayed for strength to our God above.

Hands that were always so willing to give,
Hands that reveal a life fully lived.
Small, feeble hands, now empty and cold,
These hands that each day will keep growing old.

These hands she now tends to hide away,
These hands that at times make her feel ashamed.
Grotesque and useless in her eyes,
They rest in her lap as she quietly cries.

But I see the hands of a hero so true,
A woman who survived what this life put her through.
A woman whose heart still shimmers like gold,
With the hands of a warrior who made her mark on this world

Source: 
Pat A. Fleming