In the quiet hours of dawn, when the world was still and dreaming, I heard the whisper of a promise, felt a flutter of love, a gentle stir, as if the universe was hinting softly— a daughter, alive within me, her presence a dance of joy in the secret chambers of my heart. Each moment swelled with her spirit— the anticipation, a light stretching across endless days, painting tomorrows that cradled the sun. I loved you fiercely, little soul, woven from the threads of dreams, already filling my life with laughter and tiny, imagined footfalls. But when you came too soon, fragile as a wisp unthreading in the wind, my heart clutched the paradox— joy entwined with sorrow, a weave drawn too tight to breathe. I held you, my heart a trembling vessel, in those first and final moments, where the world condensed and shattered. You smiled, a fleeting, golden glimmer, and time paused, a gem lost in sand, while my tears mingled with joy and the aching space where you should be. Then, with a blink, you slipped away, leaving echoes etched deep in shadows, a world that turned on its axis, spiraling away from tomorrow. How could I not hold on, not keep you, my precious star? In the wake of departure, only questions, as I search through nights for your touch, finding you always just out of reach, my angel swaddled in clouds, forever my daughter, my heart's light— everlasting, beautiful, unseen.