Firstborn daughter in a line of firsts,
Entering the world with giggles and bursts.
In the hospital room, chocolate on my lips,
As her tiny fingers wrapped around my fingertips.
A scar around her ankle, mistaken for chocolate's trace,
A quirky detail, a unique embrace.
What if I had shared her preteen years,
Caught up in mischief, laughter, and tears?
Regret whispers of missed playful days,
Of shared pranks and mischief in different ways.
Yet, our bond deepened, closer we grew,
Through shared moments, and tales anew.
Her sharp wit, her loyal heart secure,
May her hilarious spirit always endure.
