博客來These poems were written slowly, across many seasons of my life. Some came quietly, in moments of healing when I was learning how to breathe again. Some were born from loss, from grief that demanded to be named so it wouldn’t live only in silence. Others came from moments when love stayed- even as everything else shifted, fractured, or changed direction.
This collection carries pieces of my childhood, where innocence met hardship early. It holds the voice of a woman learning how to become a mother, a wife, a grandmother- learning how love multiplies, how responsibility deepens, and how tenderness must be protected to survive.
Some poems were written beside illness, hospital rooms, waiting chairs, and late nights. They come from sitting with uncertainty, from watching strength change shape, from learning that presence can sometimes mean more than answers, and that love does not always fix- but it can hold.
This book is not about perfection. It is about endurance. About showing up when it would be easier to turn away. About family in all its forms- the one we are born into, the one we build, and the one we carry forward.
About faith that whispers instead of shouts, that steadies rather than explains. About love that does not disappear when life becomes hard.
