Executive Grace

 

In morning light, bright eyes awake,
I watch her rise, like sunlight in daybreak.
A world to lead, bold steps to take,
Before the mirror, calm and clear, no mistake.

She chooses strength to wear just right,
A girl becomes power—like dawn breaking light.
That blazer sharp, with purpose worn,
Like armor of love, a dream reborn.

Her polished shoes tap out her beat,
A rhythm of courage, steady and sweet.
The subtle watch, the gentle flair,
Like whispers that show how deeply I care.

Each braid or bow, a quiet crown,
The leader within won’t be held down.
Among the voices, her laughter sings,
Like wind in spring, soft fluttering wings.

Confident, calm, like a queen with grace,
She walks not to impress—but to claim her space.
And with each step, the world can see:
"This path is mine, it belongs to me."

When I see her dress this way,
I see the fire that lights her day.
A girl in a suit, with dreams so wide,
A vision of grace, with fire inside.

And finally, softly—a kiss I give,
A silent blessing for the life she'll live.
It lit her smile, a quiet bloom,
My girl, my pride, my sun through gloom.
She makes her grace outshine the room.

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