The Girl Who Carries Light
My eldest daughter, my beautifully kind soul 💗
She came beside her brother twin, Two souls the world first welcomed in Not tangled close in every way, Yet love still threads them day by day And through the noise of growing years, Of whispered worries, hidden tears She learned that kindness still could bloom, Inside a heavy, crowded room She walks with softness in her stride, Yet keeps a quiet strength inside The kind that does not shout or shine - But holds the hurting line by line She notices the ones unseen, The hearts abandoned in between She stands beside the small, the shy, And never asks the reason why If someone’s lonely, left behind, She feels it somewhere in her mind As if her soul was built to hear, The trembling things we hide in fear She loves like oceans love the shore - Returning gently evermore And though she’s only fourteen years, She carries wisdom far from years She’s weathered storms she should not know, Watched hard things come and hard things go Yet somehow, through what life has shown, Her heart has never turned to stone She still believes in better days, In healing words and softer ways She still believes that people can - Become far more than what they’ve been She disappears in fantasy, In kingdoms wild and library dreams With dragons, castles, silver skies, And stories stitched with brave replies And when the world grows sharp and loud, She finds the sea beyond the crowd The saltwind lifting through her hair, As if the whole world breathes her there But oh, sweet girl, if she could see - The weight she bears so quietly The way she rushes toward the pain, Of everyone caught in the rain She was never meant to hold, The ache of every wounded soul She is still a child beneath it all - Even strong hearts need somewhere to fall And still…. what makes her spirit rare, Is how she chooses love and care Not because life has all been kind, But because light lives inside her mind Some people harden from the fire. Some learn to wound, retreat, or tire But she became the gentlest thing - A wildflower learning how to sing So if one day this world feels cold, Or if her tender heart grows old May she remember, deep inside: She is one of the beautiful things that keeps softness alive
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Stay tuned for my book “Between Now and Hope.” It will be released sometime this spring. It’s a collection of poems that focus on making this world a better place.
Thank you for taking the time to read my words.



So precious and beautiful 🥹🥹
This is so so beautiful and precious my love. I feel like I’m remembering me… I hope this is shared and read wide and far. It’s magical.
I love how you put all of your writings together! I used to write. I put them handwritten in a book and let very close friends read them years ago. Didn’t do anything about it thereafter and don’t know if I will though I’ve been told to do something about it. Hehe.
I love you!