In the shadows of the morning light,
My mother's words echo, persistent and bright,
"Remember the bathroom lights," she gently said,
Yet in the whirlwind rush, it slipped my head.
A forgotten mask, a moment of pause,
Frustrations rising, a minor cause.
I watch Saufiq stride ahead with grace,
Miss the lift, time slows its pace.
Then Sarah appears, her greeting warm,
A simple exchange, a gentle charm.
Emojis dance with affection's delight,
A bond with Sarah, strong and bright.
Yet a conversation takes a turn,
About new neighbors, a lesson to learn.
A label placed, a neighbor seen,
But Sarah's wisdom intervenes.
"Don't call by nationality," she wise remarks,
A reminder of empathy's delicate sparks.
To know a name, to bridge the divide,
To see the person, not just the side.
Sarah nudges gently, with a loving plea,
"Don't inherit all, let your spirit be free."
She sees beyond, with caring eyes,
Encouraging growth, under the skies.
In the depths of maternal love and care,
I recognize, with wisdom rare,
My mother's flaws, her harsh design,
Yet intertwined with love divine.
Sarah's voice, a beacon bright,
Encourages thought, with gentle light.
Not to mimic all, as we've known before,
But to forge a path, to rise and soar.
And amidst the day's steady flow,
A message arrives, a beckoning show.
Ghost Writing Galaxy, a world unseen,
Inviting dreams to shape and glean.
Sophia's words, a promise grand,
To guide with care, a helping hand.
To craft, to publish, to set dreams free,
A journey beckons, inviting me.
So I ponder, in this poetic din,
The threads of life, as they spin.
From morning's shadows to emails divine,
In each moment, a story to find.In the quiet of the morning's light,
Mother's words a familiar refrain,
"Bathroom lights, remember," she implores,
Yet masks forgotten, frustrations to gain.
Saufiq strides ahead, lift door closes,
A moment lost, another one waits,
Life's minor hurdles, we navigate,
In the ebb and flow of a day's fates.
Sarah's greeting, a simple "Hi",
Emojis dance, hearts entwine,
In the shorthand of affectionate signs,
Friendship blooms, in pixels fine.
Conversations turn to neighbors near,
Labels linger, unseen, unkind,
A lesson shared in gentle words,
To know beyond what's seen, to find.
"Do not share names, but share kindness,
Unravel threads of misunderstandings past,"
Sarah's wisdom, a guiding light,
In the tapestry of connections vast.
Reminders of a mother's ways,
Imperfect corners, love prevails,
In the intricate dance of family ties,
Acceptance found, amidst life's trails.
Sophia's email, an offering extended,
Hopes to guide in the writer's quest,
A hand reaching out through digital space,
In the realm where words find rest.
In the symphony of moments shared,
In voices raised, and in quiet hearts,
Connections woven, threads of care,
In life's tapestry, a work of art.
