04/28/2026
My Daughter
My daughter,
you think I don’t love you,
that somehow I don’t even like you—
but you never saw
the quiet way I held your world together.
From the day you were born
to this very moment,
every step you took
left a mark inside my heart.
Not written in ink,
but carved—
deep, permanent, alive.
I remember everything.
I choose to remember everything.
Because these memories—
they are all I truly own,
the only treasure
I carry through every second I breathe.
My love,
you are grown now.
Your hands reach for someone else,
your heart belongs somewhere new.
And that is life—
I knew this day would come.
But here we are,
standing quietly in the background,
with no one to lean on,
no one to call our own
the way we once had you.
You never noticed
the tears we learned to hide,
never turned to see
how often we looked for you
in rooms you had already left.
Every day,
every hour,
we worked, we struggled, we gave—
just to see you smile.
That smile was enough for us.
It always was.
And now—
in a world full of people,
we find ourselves
strangely alone.
But don’t carry this as guilt.
This is not your burden.
Maybe this is just
the way life was written for us,
a quiet gift from God
we were meant to accept without question.
Maybe we were never meant
to hold on forever.
Maybe love like ours
was always meant
to let go.
So go—
be happy,
be healthy,
live fully, love deeply.
And somewhere,
in the silent corners of your life,
know this—
there are two hearts
that still beat
only for you.
