MiracleWrites

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Out of all the flowers,
my love has always been sunflowers.
There’s something about them,
the way they don’t try too hard,
yet still manage to light up everything around.
That soft yellow,
never loud, never dull,
just warm enough
to make any day feel lighter.
They stand tall in fields,
swaying like they are in their own little world,
welcoming everyone
without asking for anything in return.
And maybe that’s why I love them..
because in their quiet, simple way,
they remind me to stay warm, gentle
and to keep showing up like the sun.
So if you ever look for me,
you will find a little piece of my heart
where the sunflowers are..
always blooming,
always choosing light.

Parents as babies

When we were babies,
We might be cute little things for people,
But for our parents, we were troublemakers.
Despite that fact, they never complained,
Not a flicker of hesitation touched their face.
With their sacrificial eyes, they did everything..
In their power they could.

Now when it was our time,
They have turned into babies,
Taking revenge at every step.
Just a cute little smile makes our anger fade,
If they do something silly, not listening to us,
We sigh, we pause, we melt again.

It is so difficult to carry such love,
So heavy, yet so soft in the heart,
To be patient like they once were,
To give without counting, without a start or end.
Because somewhere in between roles reversing,
We become them,
And they become our whole world again.

Little Friends

Growing up was always the dream,
the only thing we rushed towards.
But when adulting hits hard,
nothing really stays from childhood..
just a couple of friends,
and their stupid, irreplaceable stories.

And maybe that’s all,
we were ever meant to keep.
They know us inside out..
our soft spots, our fears,
the things we never say out loud.
It’s impossible to deceive them,

The more we hide our pain,
the more they notice,
quietly, without asking too much.
The stories, the laughter..
they don’t fade, they just travel with us
into every new version of life.

We don’t get bored,
we don’t need to explain..
we even understand
each other’s silences..
In a world full of chaos

I often wonder
how people live without friends,
like walking through life
missing a part of themselves.
Maybe it’s just one, maybe two
but you need them in life to cherish