One thing about daughters, a truth we can’t ignore,
They’re the exact version of their mothers, we adored,
Before life’s responsibilities, and motherhood’s embrace,
Our wives were vibrant, fun-loving, and full of grace.
They’d laugh, dance, and adventure, with hearts so free,
Their smiles could light up worlds, and their joy was contagious, you see,
But then came motherhood, and with it, a new role,
A shift from carefree spirit to a more disciplined soul.
The mantle of youthful exuberance, they pass it down,
To their daughters, who inherit the spark, and the renowned,
Energy, curiosity, and a heart full of cheer,
A reflection of the women, we fell in love with, year after year.
Daughters, oh daughters, a blessing to behold,
A reminder of the love, that never grows old,
They’re the legacy of our union, a bond so strong,
A reflection of the beauty, that once belonged.
So let us cherish, these little ones, so dear,
And honor the women, who bring them near,
For in their eyes, we see, a glimpse of the past,
A reminder of the love, that will forever last.
And as we watch them grow, and flourish with grace,
May we remember, the beauty of their mother’s face,
And the joy they bring, to our lives, every day,
Is a testament to the love, that never fades away.
