The Girl Who Carries Light

My eldest daughter, my beautifully kind soul 💗

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She came beside her brother twin,
Two souls the world first welcomed in
Not tangled close in every way,
Yet love still threads them day by day

And through the noise of growing years,
Of whispered worries, hidden tears
She learned that kindness still could bloom,
Inside a heavy, crowded room

She walks with softness in her stride,
Yet keeps a quiet strength inside
The kind that does not shout or shine - 
But holds the hurting line by line

She notices the ones unseen,
The hearts abandoned in between
She stands beside the small, the shy,
And never asks the reason why

If someone’s lonely, left behind,
She feels it somewhere in her mind
As if her soul was built to hear,
The trembling things we hide in fear

She loves like oceans love the shore - 
Returning gently evermore
And though she’s only fourteen years,
She carries wisdom far from years

She’s weathered storms she should not know,
Watched hard things come and hard things go
Yet somehow, through what life has shown,
Her heart has never turned to stone

She still believes in better days,
In healing words and softer ways
She still believes that people can -
Become far more than what they’ve been

She disappears in fantasy,
In kingdoms wild and library dreams
With dragons, castles, silver skies,
And stories stitched with brave replies

And when the world grows sharp and loud,
She finds the sea beyond the crowd
The saltwind lifting through her hair,
As if the whole world breathes her there

But oh, sweet girl, if she could see - 
The weight she bears so quietly 
The way she rushes toward the pain,
Of everyone caught in the rain

She was never meant to hold, 
The ache of every wounded soul
She is still a child beneath it all - 
Even strong hearts need somewhere to fall

And still…. what makes her spirit rare, 
Is how she chooses love and care
Not because life has all been kind,
But because light lives inside her mind

Some people harden from the fire.
Some learn to wound, retreat, or tire
But she became the gentlest thing - 
A wildflower learning how to sing

So if one day this world feels cold,
Or if her tender heart grows old
May she remember, deep inside:
She is one of the beautiful things that keeps softness alive 

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Thank you for taking the time to read my words.