A Birthday Whisper

I cannot bring you flowers,

Nor light a candle near,

But in my heart I whisper,

“Happy Birthday, Grandma dear.”

Your love still walks beside me,

Your voice I sometimes hear,

Though heaven holds you closely,

On earth you still feel near.

When the World Was Still Small

Children

they arrive like dawn breaking

after a long night of doubt,

each breath they take a hymn

we didn’t know our hearts could sing.

They speak the language of beginnings,

their laughter spilling over the edges of time,

reminding us what it means to be unafraid

of joy.

They chase light as if it were touchable,

as if hope itself could be caught

in the palm of a hand

and carried home for keeps.

Their eyes wide as mercy

see what we have forgotten:

the holiness of mud,

the poetry in puddles,

the quiet bravery of a butterfly

that keeps flying despite its paper-thin wings.

They cry without apology,

love without caution,

forgive without being taught

each moment for them is the first,

and they live it fully,

as though eternity were a sandbox

and they, the architects of wonder.

Sometimes, I watch them

and envy their unbroken trust in mornings,

their certainty that someone will come

when they call.

And I think perhaps the world’s truest prayer

is the sound of a child sleeping,

the rise and fall of a small chest

believing, without knowing how,

that it is safe.

Children

they do not belong to us,

but through them,

we glimpse the better parts of ourselves

the softer edges,

the dreams we once wore

before the world grew too heavy to hold.

And maybe, just maybe,

they are not our future at all,

but our redemption

sent to remind us

of the days

when the world was still small,

and love was enough

to fill it.

THE EYES OF MY WIFE

 In her eyes, a universe I see,

A realm of beauty, a deep mystery.

Twinkling stars in the midnight sky,

Her gaze, my anchor, as time goes by.

Eyes that sparkle, like morning's first light,

Chasing away the darkest of night.

In those windows to her soul, I find,

Love's reflection, so warm and kind.

The depth of her eyes, an endless sea,

A sanctuary where I long to be.

In her gaze, I find my home and grace,

A captivating smile on her precious face.

With every look, my heart takes flight,

In her eyes, I find my guiding light.

A love story written in every glance,

In her eyes, I find our sweet romance.

So, here's to the eyes that hold my heart,

In your gaze, I found my life's best part.

With every look, my love for you will rise,

Lost forever in the beauty of your eyes.