Puffed Sleeves
The love of a Father
Although not flesh of my flesh, you have always been my little girl.
You came to me tattered and bruised, hurt and abused.
An orphan, a burden, that’s what people thought, a life of no value, one to be bought.
But I saw a child who needed a home, a father, a mother, a place of her own.
Although my blood does not run through your veins, I love you more than I can ever explain.
A man of few words, that’s who I am, but love you unconditionally, that I can.
With this dress, I give you my heart, my little girl, t’ll death do us part.
Wear it with pride, puffed sleeves and all, you are my princess, my treasure, my all!

Victoria presented this poem as part of a cupcake wars tablescape at her church. Her beautiful tribute to Anne and Matthew is pictured below.