There are friends,

And then there are soulmates born of chance-

Stitched together not by blood,

But by something deeper;

A knowing, a trust,

The kind that shows up

When the world forgets you.



You were there

When my sky cracked wide open,

When the weight of everything

Was too much to hold.

You didn’t run,

You reached-

With open arms,

With quiet strength,

With love that asked for nothing in return.



I remember the day

Your first son drew breath,

And how joy spilled like sunlight

Through every corner of that room

I remember the way

You gave and gave,

Never asking who would fill your cup.

You just loved.



Now, 306 miles stretch between us -  

A line across a map,

But never across my heart.

I miss your laugh,

The way your daughters shine with your fire,

The softness your sons carry

Because they were held by you.



You are

The sweetest kind of brave,

The softest kind of strong.

I love you more than words can hold-

But here they are anyway,

Spilling out in poems,

Trying to be enough

For everything you are.