In the echo of valley where dreams take flight,
A spirit rises, bold and bright.
Once a child, cradled in gentle hands,
Now she strides, defying commands.
I wanted to nurture, to guide her way,
But chains of care turned to shadows of gray.
In her heart, a yearning to stand tall,
To carve her own path, to answer the call.
She stood at the crossroads, fierce and strong,
A dance of independence, where she belongs.
What I saw as rebellion, a tempest of strife,
Was her seeking freedom, claiming her life.
I wrapped her in love, but she felt the weight,
Of hands that held tight, as she pondered her fate.
In the mirror of anger, reflections would clash,
But behind every storm, a heart’s quiet thrash.
So I learned to listen, to step back with grace,
To honor her journey, to give her own space.
For love is not tethered by strings pulled too tight,
But a beacon of strength, an unwavering light.
Now she walks tall, a phoenix in flight,
With dreams in her pocket and stars in her sight.
Independence, her anthem, a powerful song,
In the tapestry of life, where she truly belongs.
-Dad