I was born on the edge of a decade’s breath,
Where rockets rolled and silence spoke of stars.
A child of change, of shifting earth,
With freedom etched in every scar.
A five in motion, a pilgrim soul,
I walked through fire to find my name.
A builder of bridges, not bound by roles,
I learned that power and peace are the same.
Then she arrived —
A spark wrapped in skin,
With laughter like bells and a will forged within.
Juliette, my daughter, my mirror, my muse,
A soul who will never be told what to choose.
She is a one — a leader in bloom,
With a five-heart that dances through every room.
A nine in her gaze, ancient and wide,
She carries the wisdom I once tried to hide.
And I — I am the soil beneath her sky,
The steady hand when she learns to fly.
I will not dim her, nor shape her flame,
But I will whisper, “Shine — and never the same.”
For I believe in the power I hold,
Not to command, but to unfold.
To raise a light that outshines mine,
And call it love — not duty — divine.
So let the world watch her rise and roam,
While I tend the hearth that she calls home.
And when they ask what I gave to the sun,
I’ll say: “Only everything — and she became one.”
