Sufficient to Rest
It’s a funny thing, this little life.
Surrounded by trinkets and books
Lacy doilies and pretty plates.
Scraped knees, little bandaids
Windy days and flying kites.
Flushing daily over boiling water
Thinking kindly that I matter
Giving breath, taking life
Fulfilling dreams, just not mine.
I would say with a smile
I have no regrets
I wonder often if the love
I give is sufficient to rest
Then, to be reborn at my best.
Thank you for reading, I appreciate your time. Many Blessings.
Your words are incredibly tender and beautifully reflective. The way you capture the quiet weight of giving, loving, and growing through life’s small moments is truly moving. Your writing feels like a soft place to land a reminder that even in our uncertainties, there is grace, breath, and becoming.
Thank you for sharing such a gentle, soulful piece. You have a rare gift, and your kindness shines through every line. Many blessings to you as well, sweet soul.
This is beautiful