In the mirror of her eyes, I find a piece of me,
A glimmer of the past, a spark that\'s wild and free,
Her laughter rings in echoes of my younger years,
Her spirit is the blend of joy and loving tears.
With hands that mimic mine, in grace and subtle art,
She dances through her days, a rhythm of the heart,
Her voice, a song, resounds with words my wife once spoke,
A harmony of us, in her, the chords awoke.
A hybrid of our love, our essence intertwined,
In every smile, every tear, our personalities combined,
Without intent or strive, she\'s walked the path we laid,
A journey of her own, yet in our footsteps stayed.
She carries forth our legacy, in her unique embrace,
Reflecting both her mothers, in gestures, style, and grace,
Unknowingly she\'s made us proud, our love she amplifies,
A testament to us, in her, our influence lies.
In her I see our future, bright and unafraid,
A beacon of our love, a bond that will not fade,
I never knew what influence I\'d be, or could behold,
Until I saw our daughter\'s eyes, a story yet untold.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf