Tiny Warriors, Mighty Spirits Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Through hospital haze, I glimpse your fight,
Tiny hands grasping at life's thread.
Your breaths, soft as whispers,
Echo the strength of roaring winds.

In your eyes, I see earth's resilience,
In your hearts, fire's unwavering warmth.
Your spirits flow like untamed rivers,
Your wills soar on unseen currents of air.

Days orbit like distant planets,
Each turn bringing new hope, new fears.
Little warriors in sterile fields,
You wage a battle beyond your years.

Divine forces cradle your fragile forms,
Whispering ancient songs of healing.
Your cries—once faint—now strong and clear,
A victorious anthem rising.

At last, homecoming's joyous flood,
Tears of relief, of love unbound.
No longer shrouded in mist and worry,
But basking in the light of triumph.

My brave ones, my precious gifts,
You've conquered more than most ever will.
In your tiny hands, you hold our hearts,
Forever changed, forever filled.