In a quiet room, she took her first breath,
Eyes wide open, untouched by death.
A tiny heartbeat, soft and strong,
In a world unknown, she’d soon belong.
Cradled close, she felt the warmth,
Of love’s embrace, her very first form.
A smile that lit the darkest night,
She was a spark, a flicker of light.
She crawled, she toddled, she began to see,
The world was vast, wild, and free.
Her laughter echoed in the air,
A melody sweet, without a care.
She chased the butterflies, caught the rain,
Found joy in the simplest refrain.
Eyes filled with wonder, heart full of trust,
The world was hers, as it must.
Each day a gift, a page to turn,
Innocence pure, no need to learn.
For in her youth, life seemed so bright,
A never-ending sea of light.
But childhood is fleeting, like a dream,
Fading slowly, like a moonlit beam.
Still, in her heart, the memory stays—
Of those soft and simple, sun-kissed days.
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Her Journey, Her Story
PoetryThis is the tale of a girl, from her first breath to the woman she has become today. Through joy and sorrow, triumph and heartache, she has learned, grown, and changed. This poetic journey follows her steps-big and small-that have shaped her life. I...
