Trepidation, self doubt, weariness-
bricks piled up
in a father’s chest.

Brilliant joy, untainted enthusiasm-
priceless gems
a daughter freely bestows.

She takes scattered pieces of my soul
and fashions them into
pieces of art, beautiful and profound.

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