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Balancing motherhood

A Letter to My Daughter – My First Poem

“Words are not enough to express the unconditional love that exists between a mother and a daughter.” – Caitlin Houston

Today’s poem is a deeply personal one. I wrote it as a letter to my daughter, a conversation with her in the future. It’s a reflection of all my hopes, dreams, and aspirations for the life I envision her living. Writing this poem allowed me to pour my heart out, capturing the love, fears, and boundless optimism that come with being a parent.

As I wrote, I found myself thinking not only about the woman she will become but also about the challenges she may face and the strength I want her to carry through life. This poem is a wish for her success, and a promise that no matter what, she will always have my love and support, even when I’m not physically by her side.

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This poem is an expression of the dreams I have for her to live fully, with grace, courage, and kindness. It’s a message for her future self, wrapped in poetry, and filled with the lessons I hope she’ll carry with her long after I’ve written these words.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

A letter to my daughter - my first poem
A Letter To My Daughter

My dearest girl,
In the quiet morning light, I write this for you,
where the world is still soft, full of promise,
and you—my heart walking outside of me—are finding your way.
I see you, a seed now, soon to blossom into your own garden,
but know that your roots are deep in love, unshakable.

May you grow with strength, like the oak that bends but never breaks.
In a world that will try to tell you who to be,
may you stand tall in your truth,
speak with the voice only you can carry,
and let no one dim the light in your soul.

Remember always:
You are enough—more than enough.
Your worth is not tied to what you do,
but in simply being, breathing,
in the magic of your spirit that I already see burning so brightly.

When the world feels heavy, come back to yourself,
close your eyes, and hear the music inside—
that rhythm, that pulse, it’s yours,
it’s been there since before you were born.
Dance to it, trust it, let it guide you.

There will be moments of sorrow,
but remember the sun always rises, as will you.
Your tears will water the garden of your heart,
and from those soft, vulnerable places,
you will grow in ways you cannot yet imagine.

And oh, how I dream for you—
that you will know love, real and pure,
love that lifts you, wraps you in peace.
That you’ll find joy in the smallest things:
the laughter of a friend, the quiet of the woods,
the wild geese calling across the sky,
and your own voice, strong and sure, echoing back.

You are more powerful than you know.
There is a fire in you, a grace in the way you will walk through this world,
and I, your mother, will always be here,
quiet as a whisper in the trees,
proud as the moon rising each night to watch over you.

May you live boldly, love deeply, and never be afraid of your own wild heart.
For you, my daughter, are a miracle—
and every day, I dream the world will see you as I do:
a force of beauty, a soul of light.

And when the time comes,
when you stand on your own two feet,
may you remember that you are never alone.
I am with you, in every step,
in the winds that kiss your cheeks,
in the stars that light your path.

You are the dream I never knew I could dream,
and I will love you, always,
with every breath I have and beyond.

With all my love,
Mum.

A letter to my daughter - My first poem

In the end, this poem goes beyond my dreams for her, it’s a legacy of love I want to leave behind. A reminder to her that she is never alone, and that every step she takes toward her own greatness will always be met with my unwavering belief in her.

P/s: If you have any questions about creating content, writing, or the poem above, please leave a comment below or DM me on Instagram!

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