#proudparent
Soft hands once held tight,
small fingers grasping
strings of laughter—
bubbles of wonder.
Now, steady hands weave
threads of her own,
spinning life’s fabric
with quiet resolve.
Footsteps that still dance
through sunlit sand
also press firm paths
of wisdom and grace.
Her voice, still a song
belting with fervor,
speaks with echoes
of strength and love.
Mischievous smiles remain,
tempered by time,
yet still lighting the room
with their knowing glow.
Bright eyes, still seeking,
but also seeing—
a future shaped
by hands once guided.
Trusting, complete love—
a father watches,
holding tight to pride,
as she floats beyond—
on threads of time.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC