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Upon her brow, the eldest wears
A crown of quiet, unspoken cares.
She learns the weight before her time,
Her steps, a beat, a steady rhyme.
She walks the paths the others fear,
Clears the way, and holds them near.
Her hands, though young, bear all the weight,
She learns too soon to navigate.
The nights she stays, the dreams she stalls,
Her heart stretched wide, for others calls.
A silent shield, a watchful guide,
She tucks her dreams and tears aside.
For every tear that goes unseen,
She lights the dark, though none convene
To ask her heart what aches within,
She hides it with a tender grin.
But in her soul, a steady fire,
Her love a force, her heart entire.
The eldest sister's quiet gift,
A sacrifice, a steady lift.
Though unsung heroes stand alone,
Their love and strength, like seeds, are sown.
For in her silence, she will see
Her siblings bloom, her legacy.
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