Gather the light, let the shadows go
My dear sons, Find laughter in the dance of rain, In whispered winds and windowpane. Let simple joys, like morning’s hue, Paint every shade of life for you. Be grateful for each fleeting spark, A tender hand, a gentle mark. For smiles you find along the way, Are stars that light your darkest day. When sorrow knocks with heavy tread, Let it pass—don’t make its bed. But when kindness sings soft and true, Hold it close—it belongs with you. Life will weave both thorn and bloom, Some days will glow, some days will gloom. But walk with hope, through loss and gain, And light will always know your name. Daya Nair🫶