oldest daughter

Born into a role, a choice not of her own,

A fragile seed in a garden overgrown. 

Eyes watch closely, expectations high

Confusion lingers in the sky. 

"Am I the guide or can I stray?

Must I be strong each day?"

Compassion blooms, a tender seed, 

Nurtured by others' pain and need. 

She soothes the cries, and dries every,

A silent witness to hopes and fears. 

Through chaos, resilience quietly grows,  

An overlooked strength that many do not know. 

That fragile seed, now a strong tree.

Yet still fears the rains uncertainty.