In the realm of pride, a parent’s heart swells,
As my daughter, with angelic grace, excels,
Capturing moments with her lens so keen,
Stunning photos that paint a scene.

Her beauty, a radiant light that shines,
In each frame, a moment so divine,
Eliciting emotions, stirring the soul,
In her photographs, stories untold.

Each click of the camera, a masterpiece in sight,
Her talent and beauty, a wondrous light,
Images that move and inspire,
A reflection of her inner fire.

Pride wells up as her artistry blooms,
In photographs that dispel all glooms,
Her angelic beauty, a gift so rare,
Capturing hearts, unaware.

Jealousy may whisper among those who see,
Her incredible talent, her artistry free,
Envy in eyes that behold her work,
Yet in my heart, her talent doesn’t lurk.

For she, with her angelic grace,
Creates beauty in every space,
Stunning photos that touch the soul,
Her talent a beacon, a goal.

Pride fills me as I see her shine,
In each photograph, a spark divine,
Her talent moving hearts afar,
A rising, shining, guiding star.

In her art, a story unfolds,
Of beauty, talent, and dreams untold,
A daughter’s gift, a parent’s pride,
In her photographs, a world to bide.