I am my father s daughter..

I am my father's daughter,
Loud, short-tempered, stubborn as a bull.
I am my father's daughter,
Echoes of his flaws within my soul.

Yet as I've grown, I've come to see,
The reasons life made him this way
Through trials faced and lessons learned,
I've glimpsed his strengths amidst the fray.

His willpower, a steadfast flame,
Burning bright through trials and pain.
Self-accountable, he never complains,
In toil and sweat, his efforts sustain.

I am my father's daughter,
Protector, provider, loyal and strong.
I am my father's daughter,
In his footsteps, I now belong.

His selflessness, his wisdom deep,
Guiding lights in darkness' keep.
Though once I swore to never be,
Now I stand, proud to claim his legacy.

We once stood firm as atheists,
Rejecting faith with cynic's pride.
But life's mysteries, they beckoned us,
To seek a truth we couldn't hide.

I am my father's daughter,
In his image, I am molded true.
I am my father's daughter,
And proud to carry on his virtue.
 
 Anastasia Korsountsev