Framed Faces

Before the crack of dawn, I hold you in my palms —

Small, fragile, yet warm against my cold cracked skin.

You smell of family dinners and movie nights,

Of hugs sweet and words kind.

I hold you closer and hear laughter —

You beam each time we smile together.

In dark days your flutter frail,

But our faces the holy grail —

Each generous gesture feeds a hunger,

Every selfless act stocks timber.

We form a circle in front of our desks,

Dance around this new practice.

A collective change no less,

Gently we hold you to our chests —

We know, we echo,

Hope is a spark we kindle.