In the quiet chambers of my heart,
Your voice lingers—sharp, tender, torn apart.
We danced between laughter and weary sighs,
A love-hate rhythm beneath shifting skies.
I was the mischief, the stubborn flame,
A rebel comeback child who would not be tamed.
Principled, fierce, yet soft at the core,
A clown in your light, yet aching for more.
You scolded, you shielded, you turned away,
But your eyes betrayed what words could not say.
In anger's storm, in silence's weight,
Still, love pulsed beneath the gate.
I remember the warmth, fleeting yet true,
The way your hands stitched strength into me too.
Though battles scarred and pride would sting,
Your love was the anchor to which I cling.
Now longing whispers through memory's door,
A daughter's heart reaching, aching once more.
For in every clash, in every fight,
You were my shadow, my guiding light.