The Place My Heart Learned Warmth

In the quiet corners of our home,

love grows like morning light—

soft, steady,

never asking to be seen.

 

My parents teach strength

not through loud lessons,

but through small sacrifices

I only recognised

when I grew older.

 

Their prayers follow me

everywhere—

not as weight,

but as shadows

filled with hope.

Carried by Love

Some days,

I realise how far I have come

only because my family

carried pieces of me

when I could not.

My father’s courage,

my mother’s patience,

my siblings’ quiet belief—

stitched into my steps

as I learned how to move forward.

I walk now

with their strength

inside me.

The Spanish Cherry Tree

I saw a Spanish Cherry Tree—

they called it Moulsari.

A leafy umbrella,

branches spreading wide,

heavy with green,

sheltering the earth beneath

without asking who stood below.

I saw a Spanish Cherry Tree

standing as a silent companion,

offering shade

without discrimination.

Its bark was rough,

its stance unyielding—

a resilient green soldier

holding its ground

against storms, pollution,

and restless winds.