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
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The whole poem is fantasti, but the folowing 2 lines really got to me as it makes me think of my 2 daughters (and my 2 sons) and their different personalities but as well what went into them, "A hybrid of our love, our essence intertwined,
In every smile, every tear, our personalities combined,". Marvelous!!
I dislike most love poetry as often it seems to depict an emotionally fraught relationship between two perhaps emotionally unstable people. True love though is much more expansive deep and multifaceted as you have depicted here with respect to your kids. Thanks.
Very nice, The love of a mother for her child, and the seeing of herself "in the mirror of her eyes." "A harmony of us , in her," this and other phrases portray the realization of genetic "influence." But more so the "influence" of parenting. Don't be surprised if she becomes an artist. - Phil A.
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