A Father's Love for His Daughter

To you, my daughter, steadfast wise and true. Whose calm outmatches

storms the north wind show. I leave this truth a love long shared with

you. A pride no fading hour shall overthrow. Your children flourish

by your gentle hand. Not ruled by fear, but guided by

your light. Your patience shapes their world a stable land. Where kindness leads

them safely through each night. Remember France, remember Sicily. Those golden days

before my strength grew frail. The tales we shared, the quiet company.

The coffee chats where nothing dared to fail. If love could linger as a