Michelle Seaborn Poem by Richard Stopps

You say you do not see it - what you are,
As though a light could hide within the day;
Yet I have watched it travel near and far
In all the quiet things you give away.

It's in the way you pause, and truly hear,
The weight another soul may try to bear;
No need of trumpet - still, it draws us near,
A steady warmth that lingers in the air.

A mother, grandmother -
the roots run deep; A wife whose hand outlasts the passing years;
In government and field,
the promises you keep
Stand firm against the weather and its fears.

So keep your way -
no brighter need you be:
The world leans kinder, just for having thee.