Erika 18

In the year two thousand seven,
an angel touched the ground,
a silent light, a gentle breath,
the purest love I’ve found.

Your first cry sang my future bright,
you turned my dark to gold,
little hands that held my world,
a tale of joy untold.

Now you're eighteen, standing tall,
a woman strong and wise,
stars of brilliance in your mind,
dreams reflected in your eyes.

Obedient, kind, with humble grace,
a beauty born within,
a shining heart, a fearless soul,
where all your dreams begin.

Through every book, through every test,
you walked the path of flame,
a brilliant mind, a chemist’s dream,
a bright and noble name.

Eight long years of rhythm’s call,
drums beneath your hands,
now your voice begins to rise
like music through the lands.

Whatever you touch turns pure to light,
success beneath your feet,
every step you take, my child,
makes this father’s life complete.

So fly, my Erika, chase the sky,
let no shadow trace your way,
may happiness embrace your life
in every rising day.

I wish you love, I wish you strength,
a future warm and wide,
forever proud, forever near,
your father by your side.