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Atlas
You came with quiet courage,
In the soft bloom of May,
Eyes like ocean mornings,
And waves that softly pray.
Named for one who held the world,
But born to chase the skies,
A gift from your mother’s heart
You’ll learn the art of rise.
Inside of you, an echo,
Of your father’s silent might,
To cradle every passing storm,
And carry it to light.
There’s patience in your presence,
Like rivers in no rush,
Moving through the world with grace,
In a quiet but certain hush.
Your brothers lit the lanterns.
That glow along your way,
Their laughter keeps you tethered.
When night forgets the day.
So grow with grace and wonder,
Let laughter find your name.
For love is in your making,
And purpose in your frame.
Copyright ©
Christina Gerrick
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