There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
Teach them first to love the light,
Before the world explains the dark,
Place a book within their hands,
And hope within their hearts to spark.
Education is not just a class,
Or chalk that fades from classroom walls,
It’s how to think, how to stand firm,
How to rise again when life calls.
Groom them with patience, truth, and time,
With listening ears and guiding hands,
Show them that effort shapes their path,
And dreams are built where discipline stands.
Tell them failure is not the end,
But a lesson wearing disguise,
Teach them to question, learn, and grow,
To see the world with open eyes.
For tomorrow waits on what we plant,
In quiet moments, day by day,
A seed of knowledge, deeply sown,
Will always find its way.
When life turns good, and doors unfold,
They’ll walk through strong, prepared, and wise,
Carrying lessons from your love,
That’s parenthood—no greater prize.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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