Once upon a fateful day,
life wove our stories in its way.
Not by cradle, not by birth,
yet still it showed your boundless worth.
From eighth grade on, your path was mine,
two lives entwined by love’s design.
A daughter’s place you came to fill,
not by chance, but by pure will.
You’ve walked with courage, fierce and true,
determined in the things you do.
Chasing dreams with steady light,
you turn the darkest hours bright.
So capable, intelligent, kind—
a giving heart, a brilliant mind.
You love, you lift, you stand, you stay,
a loyal soul in every way.
The world is richer where you stand,
with open heart and outstretched hand.
Your laughter paints the skies with gold,
your spirit warm, your presence bold.
No fairytale could quite contain
the depth of joy, the loss of pain
you’ve softened just by being near—
a gift, a blessing, ever dear.
Though not by birth, by love you came,
and “daughter” lives within your name.
Forever cherished, always true,
my heart is fuller because of you.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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