Forever the soldier’s daughter.

With the grace of the lone white dove flying north,
Hands folded, with gentle care, material between them.
Dreams fulfilled within fabric being turned, imprinted faith.
Freedom sung through leaves rattling beneath their feet.
—Child remember I have stood, where your feet tread.

Liberty from imprisonment, where nameless souls rested.
Where forever was never a word but instead a definition.
Blood spilled, innocent spirit, written within newspapers.
She raised her hand in her father’s memory, final salute.
—Never forget those who gave you the freedoms you have.

Heartbroken child presented with the medals left behind,
While her mother was handed the folded heartbroken flag.
Never would she forget the love her father had for his job.
For now she knew who she was, who she would become.
—Forever the soldier’s daughter.

I'm aware if you point the flow is off ^_^ I'm going to probably rewrite this one later on.