Grandmothers, are you looking for a special keepsake to give to your grandaughter for her wedding day? A new handkerchief with this special wedding poem embroidered on it would give your grandaughter something to keep with her on her wedding day and to pass down to her grandaughter on her wedding day. Take the poem to a local embroidery shop so you can choose the perfect hanky design for your special grandaughter for her wedding day.

Wedding Bells are Ringing

 As wedding bells are ringing
you’ve had so much to do…
from addressing invitations
to finding something blue.

As the details now are finished
take some time to just relax,
enjoy these last few days
they’ll go by oh so fast!

This hanky is a keepsake
that’s from my heart to yours
to remind you of your (Nana’s) love
as you open your life’s doors.

May these next few days be filled with
happiness and cheer
and may the love you know today
grow deeper every year.

Bless you on your wedding day.

~ Author Unknown ~

Nothing to Fear

Grandson, there’s nothing to fear -
you’re as good as the best,
As strong as the mightiest, too.
You can win in every battle or test;
For there’s no one just like you.

There’s only one you in the world today;
So nobody else, you see,
Can do your work in as fine a way:
You’re the only you there’ll be! (more…)

Dare to Believe

Everybody Knows:
You can’t be all things to all people.
You can’t do all things at once.
You can’t do all things equally well.
You can’t do all things better than everyone else.
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s.

So:
You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*. (more…)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them; “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!

~ Rudyard Kipling ~

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it. (more…)

Today You Star

What great feeling to dawn today
You’ve made the grade, you’re on your way

Adulthood looks you in the eye
You’ll soon decide how high to fly

Your childhood bore so many thoughts
Of friends, of tears, of what life taught

But now you face a whole new view
Your dreams will surface, encompass you (more…)