A poem for Doria Ragland

Mehgan’s Mom

Sitting with dignity, while the eyes of the world looked on,

You’d done your part, you have passed the baton.

Your daughter now was a gift to all,

But still we watched you, with reverence and awe.

Beaming with pride, keeping your composure somehow,

You taught her to be a lady, and she’s a duchess now.

Remembering each encouraging word you said,

So your daughter would never hide her head.

Handling the spotlight from your place in the pew,

Allowing Mehgan’s grace and charm to shine through.

An incredible example of who you are,

By bringing your little girl this far.

You will now return to a life of anonymity,

As you continue to be an example of grace and dignity.

No other title, but “Mother of the Bride,”

Doria Ragland, you can be filled with pride.

© 2019 by Allen Shaw