A breeze that hums,
A light that stays,
A teacup warm on quiet days.
The joy we chase is always near—
In whispered moments,
soft and clear.
© saebdesigner
“In the quiet of the stars, I hold a cup of warmth… and the memory of tiny hands in mine.”
— © saebdesigner
Whispers in the Windowlight
by saebdesigner
In the hush between the stars and tea,
A tiny soul sits quietly—
With pages warm and scarf wrapped tight,
The breeze drifts in with soft twilight.
A lantern sways in evening’s song,
While golden sparks just drift along—
Each one a wish, a quiet delight,
That makes the world feel calm and right.
So pause awhile and simply be,
Among the leaves, the stars, the tea.
Holding my hands onto a warm cup of warm tea, thinking about how life turns out to be. The difficulty passing through, holding on grudges that never seem to matter. Feeling the warm steam against the warm cup of tea. Thinking through the moments where life began from the roughest to most beautiful moments of my life. Holding my breath and thinking about how much life has changed in the past few months. Holding happiness of laughter of my two beautiful daughters. Hearing their laughter against my ear drums and my eyes with beautiful warm tears against my cheek. By sipping on my tea, thinking about how I became the most important person as a mother holding my two beautiful daughters in my arms. While the world turns upside in the toughest moments of my life. The roughest moments has ended and new beginning have sprung into action. As I sip the last sip of my warm tea. Noticing in the background noises, hearing my two beautiful daughters voices make me feel the happiest mother in the whole universe. Saebdesigner ©️