The Quiet Power Of A G-Ma... Poem by WIN VENTURA

I do not carry you in my arms all day,
But I carry you in ways you'll never see..
In silent prayers between my breaths,
In every hope I keep for thee.

Your tiny fingers wrap around
A world you're just beginning to know,
But in your touch, I feel a life
That makes my own heart glow.

I do not rush to shape your path,
Or tell you who to be,
I stand behind, a steady ground,
A quiet place, like a tree.

When you stumble, I will not shout,
When you fall, I won't demand—
I will be the gentle space
That lifts you with a hand.

A grandma's love is not loud fire,
It does not burn to prove..
It is the warmth that stays at dusk,
The stillness in the move.

I watch you laugh, I watch you sleep,
I watch your little ways,
And in those simple, fleeting moments,
I find my fullest days.

One day you'll grow,
You'll walk away, KAP! !
Chasing dreams I cannot see...
But somewhere deep within your soul,
A part of me will always be.

Not in words I tried to teach,
Nor in rules I made you follow,
But in the love that never left,
In the calm you learn to borrow.

So grow, my child, into your light,
Into all you're meant to be...
Just know, behind your every step…
There stands a quiet me,
Your G-MA! !

By: - WIN VENTURA