“from father to baby girl born in same month as death of her paternal grandmother”

In gentle June, when lilies bloom  
And sunlight dances in the room,  
You came, my daughter, bright and small—  
A whispered hope, a gift, a call.  

Your tiny hand upon my chest  
Reminds me I am truly blessed;  
For though this month brought sorrow near,  
Your breath of life has conquered fear.  

Your grandmother, with gentle grace,  
Lit laughter in this very place;  
Her kindness sewn in memories’ thread—  
Her stories linger, softly spread.  

And as you coo in morning gray,  
The world’s both old and new today;  
I see her smile within your eyes—  
A summer sky where love replies.  

So as the calendar turns again  
And tears of loss and joy remain,  
Know, my bright and darling pearl,  
You are the love that lights our world.  

In every June, we’ll hold you tight—  
A grand design of dark and light;  
From grief, sweet girl, may hope unfurl—  
From father to his baby girl.

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