The Story of Every Daughter
The Story of Every Daughter
They say a daughter has two homes, One — her mother’s house, where her childhood roams,From birth until the day she’s wed,That first sweet home where her dreams are fed.
The other home is called her in-laws’,Where after marriage she follows life’s laws,Till her final breath, that is her stay,Her joys and tears live there each day.
That journey from her parents’ side,
Carries a silent ache she hides,
Those tender moments she recalls,
Bring quiet tears that softly fall.
She wonders — how did she grow apart?
From parents once so close to her heart.
Now her childhood home feels far away,A place she visits on festive days.
She learns to nurture every tie,
To give and take, to compromise,
Before, she shopped just for her delight,Now she chooses for others with care and sight.
Once carefree and light at heart,
Marriage makes responsibility her part,No one taught her how to be strong,Life itself showed her all along.
A daughter’s path is rarely light,
More emotional than outward fight,
Each time she breaks, she weeps in pain,Yet rises stronger again and again.
This is the story of every girl,
Of silent strength in an unseen world,She falls, she heals, she stands anew,And finds her power shining through.
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