Tina Is Poem by James McLain

Tina is the breath of dawn,
Soft as the kiss of morning light,
Her kindness blooms in quiet hues,
A gentle force that ends the night.

She is the hand that soothes the pain,
A balm to wounds we cannot see,
With every touch, she mends the heart,
Her care as deep as any sea.

Compassion flows from her like rain,
Refreshing souls that thirst for more,
Like lapping waves upon the shore,
She cleanses all who wash ashore.

In her, the sun is always bright,
A glow that never dims nor fades,
And through her love, the world is warmed,
Her warmth, a shield from life's sharp blades.

Tina is the light we crave,
The peace we seek to find and somehow keep.