I dream of you every single day;
your smile lights up my world in the gentlest way.
No one could be prouder than I am of you —
my kiddo, in all you do, I find a joy so true.
So many times, I wanted to stay,
when you said, “Dada, don’t go away.”
I wished to pause the world outside,
just to sit with you, and be by your side.
So often, I longed to leave it all behind,
to listen to your stories — unhurried, unlined.
There’s so much I want to say and share,
about the love I hold, beyond compare.
I could guard you fiercely at every turn,
shield you from pain, from lessons you’ll learn.
But my dream is deeper, my wish is true:
to see you stumble, rise, and push through.
One day, when I’m no longer near,
I want you to stand tall, without fear.
Cry if you must, then wipe your tears —
and face the world, my love, beyond your years.
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