11/01/2026
*“Peace in Small Hands”*
You hand me a crayon, smudged, half‑chewed —
I’m whole again. No war, no lie, no debt.
Your giggle cuts through the noise like dew —
I kneel, I listen, I forget my wreck.
I’ve been the one left holding broken glass,
Smiling while they walk away, still smiling, still alone.
When grown-ups bruise you — I feel the cut —
And wonder why I’m still here, still choosing to care.
But you? You don’t ask for reasons.
You hug my leg, you show me your drawing,
And suddenly — the world is soft again.
You’re the peace I didn’t know I needed.
