Exhale Hope
Quiet is the dawn, the day anew, Close I hold you, each breath a hymn. My little ones, how do I teach you to name your fears, to stand alone? Each lesson is a thread I weave, but worry overwhelms — will the weave hold? Sudden and bright, your laughter, a beacon against my doubts. Your steps, each one a brittle triumph, your falls, a testament to will. Your eyes, blooms of wild wonder, a promise of becoming, beyond my grasp. Torn between guarding and releasing, trusting the roots I've sown, Consumed by love, engulfed by role, I breathe you in, exhale hope.