Nostalgia, gratitude, and the kind of love that lives in kitchens, gardens, and phone calls that could have been longer.
5 poems in this collection
Your hands know the language of roots and rain, coaxing roses from silence. I grew the same way -- tended without knowing it.
Before I knew the word for safe, I knew your arms. Before I knew the word for home, I knew your voice. Some debts are too beautiful to repay.
You taught me to fix things by watching you try -- not always succeeding, but always showing up with the wrong-sized wrench and the right-sized heart.
The kitchen still smells like your Saturday mornings -- flour on every surface, love on every plate, and me, small enough to help.
You taught us the weight of words before we knew what to carry. Now I write with the steady hand you built, one sentence at a time.
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