WHAT REMAINS, WHAT RISES

Time unfolds in fleeting strands, a path unmarked by careful hands.

Choices made in hurried flight, some in shadow, some in light.

Years lay dormant, words held tight, a silent voice, a hushed insight.

Now they rise, no longer still, ink flows forth by fire by quill.

This is my heart, my love, my soul, woven in lines to make me whole.

No debt is owed, no gift returned, just pages and pages that did not burn.

To those before, to those ahead, to whispered dreams, to words once said.

To the four who claim my heart, who’ve shaped my life, who played their part.

Unshaken love, a vow untold, as seasons change, as years unfold.

Their joy, their light, their spirit free—forever safe, they dwell in me.

With every dawn, with breath anew, I stand in light from a life I knew.

Each day a tale, a spark, a sign—unwritten verses yet in mind.

With Grace & Ink,

~Mai