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From pawn to Queen,
a path so bold,
With heart and strength,
your dreams unfold.
Guided by truth,
with courage deep,
You rise with grace,
no hill too steep.
The crown of wisdom,
waits for you
A light within,
forever true.
My precious star, so bright, so kind,
In this vast world, be wise of mind.
Not all who smile are true or fair,
Some wear masks, so just beware.

The screen may glow with words so sweet,
Yet shadows hide in every tweet.
Trust your heart, but guard it tight,
Truth will shine in honest light.

If ever you're lost, or dreams fall apart,
Come to us we hold your heart.
No fear too big, no truth too small,
We're here to catch you if you fall.

Be brave, be wise, walk strong, walk free,
Forever,

Dear daughter,

You're safe with me.
My dearest child, my shining light,
You fill our hearts with pure delight.
Each smile you wear, each word you say,
Warms our world in every way.

You're my pride, my gentle star,
We love you deeply, just as you are.
In your eyes, I see a spark,
A flame that brightens every dark.

So do your studies, take your time,
Step by step, begin your climb.
With honest hands and heart so true,
There’s nothing this world can take from you.

One day, my love, you’ll reach the sky,
No dream too big, no wish too high.
You'll stand so proud, with joy to share,
For every hope you placed with care.

And after that, the world is wide,
You’ll choose your path with strength and pride.
Do what you love, be who you are,
My little girl, my brightest star.

Forever near, my heart will stay-
Cheering you on, come what may.
You’re my treasure, through and through…
And always remember-we believe in you.

With all my love,
Your Appachchi
A Daughter’s Pen and a Father’s Heart
My daughter’s words flow like a gentle stream,
Poems she crafts, her hopes and dreams.
She pens her truths with passion bright,
A shining star in the quiet night.
Yet in my heart, a cautious beat,
Worries stir—am I too discreet?
Does her path lead where I fear,
Or is she soaring, drawing near?
Her voice, a gift, her spirit free,
A world unfolding vividly.
I want to trust her, let her fly,
To chase her dreams beneath the sky.
So I hold my love, both fierce and true,
Hoping she finds what’s best to do.
May she grow strong, her own way find,
And know she’s loved—forever, kind.
Let her write, let her be,
For in her words, she’s truly free.
And though my worries softly creep,
My daughter's path, I trust she'll keep.
By
Reflecta

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