Happy Birthday, Dear One.

You were the weight that kept me grounded
when the world felt made of iron and salt.
Not just a witness to my seasons,
but a companion through the thickest briars,
staying close with a quiet, stubborn loyalty
that still feels like a minor miracle.

A heart such as yours
cannot be measured in common coin.
I wish for you a life that mirrors your own depth,
a vitality that throbs like the solstice sun,
the ease of a long-shadowed afternoon,
and a heart that never knows a drought.

On this day of your beginning,
and through all the chapters you’re yet to write,
may you see yourself through the eyes of those you’ve helped.
You are rooted in our stories now,
the name we say when we talk about home,
a presence that stays long after the lights go out.

Happy Birthday, Dear One.

@doddyokelo