Toss my hat; with the great, Hurrah...

Love, what shall be my proudest-hour?
Too write a poem about
Some purple ...wallflower.

“Or in the future not flout
Ancestors’ taking root:

Too walk my daughters down the aisle,
And then forever be mute.
(With my inner hearts beguile”.)

Too hold deep my breath in awe.
Toss my hat; with the great, Hurrah...