Like clay
Molding and holding
Her family
together—
she shapes
hope.
Her hands
soft as scarves,
Reaching to
the sky,
stretching
Blessings
across generations.
Her embrace
Warm as
freshly baked bread,
Comforting as
classical lullabies.
As her child’s heart
races
through life’s
dark places they
remember
her love.
Her heart
Beating within
For those without,
Bringing beauty
that begins
with kindness.
Her words
whisper in
our hearts,
On repeat in
our minds—
She
speaks
Wisdom.