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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Constant Heart A daughter born, a fragile bud, A father's pride, A mother's flood Of hope And dreams in tiny hands, She learned to crawl on sacred lands. Her value isn't found in gold, But in the stories to be told— A tender spirit, wild and free, A sapling for the family tree. The sister bond, A woven thread, Through whispered secrets, words unsaid. A shared defense against the world, A banner of a soul unfurled. Two hearts that know each other's fears, A steady rock through fleeting years, A laugh, a fight, a tearful grace, Finding home in a familiar face. A girlfriend's touch, A sudden spark, Igniting fires in the dark. A dance of words, a shy embrace, A nervous tremor in a space Where two souls find a brand new song, And feel for the first time they belong. A fragile promise, softly made, In sunlight parks and twilight shade. The bride in white, a sacred vow, A new beginning, here and now. The gentle curve of life she bears, A swelling love beyond all cares. Through morning sickness, weary days, She walks in quiet, hopeful haze, A vessel strong, a world contained, For life's first gentle touch is gained. A mother's love, a boundless sea, She gave up "I" for "you" and "we." Her waking hours, her sleep she lends, A life that starts, a journey ends Of self-concern, replaced by grace, To give her child a better place. She is the shield, the guiding light, A fierce and tender, endless might. And then a grandma, silver-haired, A patient love, beyond compared. The storyteller, wise and slow, Who watches little futures grow. She holds the past in knowing eyes, And sees a future she can't rise To walk herself, but in her heart, She plays the most important part. The Power of Her Journey
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