Daughter, don’t forget
Daughter, Don’t Forget
Because sometimes we all need the reminder.
The other day, I found myself thinking about a friend I deeply admire. She loves her daughters fiercely—she shows up, gives all, and pours herself out day after day. She carries the weight of motherhood with beauty and grace, even on the days when it’s heavy.
As I reflected on her strength, something stirred in me. I realized she—like so many women I know—needs to be reminded of this truth: she’s not just a mom, not just a helper or a leader or a giver. She is, first and forever, a daughter.
A daughter who is deeply loved.
A daughter who is seen.
A daughter who is worth cherishing—just as she is.
So I jotted down a few thoughts and ran them through ChatGPT, and the result was this poem. It’s written for her, but maybe it’s for you too.
If you’re feeling tired, unseen, or overwhelmed… don’t forget who you are.
You’re held by the same hands that hold the world.
You’re loved by the One who delights in you—simply because you’re His.
Read it slow. Let it sink in. And don’t forget.
Daughter, Don’t Forget
You pour your love like rivers run—
Unending, deep, and wild,
Your heart beats loud for your little ones,
Each moment for each child.
You rise and run, you give and give,
With arms that never tire,
You build a world where little hearts
Can grow and dream and fire.
But, precious friend, don’t miss this truth—
While you are mother, strong,
You’re also still a daughter too,
Held in a love lifelong.
The way you gaze at tiny hands
With wonder, joy, and grace—
That’s how your Father looks at you,
Delight upon His face.
You are not just the one who holds,
You’re also gently held.
Not just the light for others’ paths,
But by true Light compelled.
And when the world feels heavy, love,
Like it’s pressing on your frame—
Remember, it’s the very world
He made and bore the shame.
He died for it, He rose again—
Its weight is not your own.
He holds it still, and just as sure,
He holds you as His own.
You’re seen, not just for what you do,
But for the heart you bear—
A daughter of the King of Kings,
Beloved, beyond compare.
So when you feel worn down, unseen,
Or wonder if you’re known—
Lift up your eyes—He sees it all,
And calls your heart His home.
For He who formed the stars and sea
Calls you by name, with pride—
You are His joy, His masterpiece,
His daughter, glorified.
