Some stories arrive like storms. Some arrive like a single breath. In these poems and reflections, a parent remembers, wrestles, prays, and learns to live with a love that does not end. For anyone who has missed someone, feared the next phone call, or found strength in their village, these pages offer a place to exhale, to feel, and to be held by words. This is a map drawn in footprints, tear lines, and sunrise promises. A collection of hard won truths about family, loss, and the strange beauty that still shows up, even after everything. Read it when the world is loud. Read it when the house is quiet. Read it when you need proof that love can ache, and still be holy.
