Always with you…

I wrote this poem in a moment of deep emotion—a letter to my son, on the day he was born. That day brought me the greatest joy of my life and also a life-changing cancer diagnosis.

At the time, I needed to put my feelings somewhere, so I poured them into these words. Then, as life moved forward, I tucked the poem away—forgotten, like things we set aside when survival takes up all the space.

It was only because of this bloghop that I remembered it. And now, reading it again, I know: if I tried to write this today, it might not come out the same. Not because the love has faded, but because that moment was its own—pure, fragile, and full of truth.

Though written for my son, this is a letter we all might want to leave behind. A message for the ones we love most. A quiet reminder that even if we’re no longer in sight, we never truly leave. We are always with them.

Always with you…

My dearest boy, the day you came,
The world around me changed its frame.
Your cry, your breath, your tiny hands,
And news that broke my heart’s plans.

They said I’d need to fight a fight,
While holding you through sleepless nights.
And in that moment, fierce and fast,
I promised you: I’ll make love last.

If someday life should shift its way,
And I’m not there to greet your day,
Don’t think I’ve gone or slipped from view,
I’ve simply found new ways to you.

You’ll find me in the morning light,
The hush before the stars take flight.
In gentle winds that kiss your skin,
And every time your dreams begin.

I’ll be the breeze that cools your face,
The warmth that fills a quiet place.
I’ll be the calm in crashing seas,
The rustle running through the trees.

When laughter spills from somewhere near,
I’ll be the echo in your ear.
And when your heart beats fast or slow,
It’s mine in rhythm, letting go.

In pages turned, in skies so wide,
In music when your fears collide.
I’ll live in all the love you keep,
The kind that roots itself so deep.

So live with fire, laugh with grace,
Keep wonder glowing on your face.
And know, my love, in every part,
I’m never gone. I’m in your heart.

No matter how busy life becomes, never forget to say ‘I love you.’ Some words are meant to last forever.

This post is a part of ‘Verse Wave Blog Hop’ hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed under #EveryConversationMatters

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