Writers 
THE LITTLE BOW
A tiny soul beneath a ribbon,
wrapped in softness,
standing where the world
has only just begun.
The bow is bigger than the moment,
wide enough to carry
a thousand dreams,
a thousand little tomorrows.
Those gentle eyes
hold no memories yet,
only wonder,
only the quiet mystery
of what life might become.
You do not know
the roads waiting ahead,
the hands that will hold you,
the voices that will call your name,
or the places your little feet
may one day discover.
For now,
you stand quietly,
wrapped in a piece of childhood,
where everything feels
new, warm, and possible.
May you grow
with kindness in your heart,
with courage in your steps,
and with laughter
that fills every room.
May the world meet you gently,
and may you always remember
that before you became
all the things people expected,
you were simply
a little light,
a beautiful beginning,
a story waiting to be written.
The ribbon may loosen,
the years may pass,
and childhood may become
a distant photograph.
But somewhere inside
the person you become,
this little moment will remain:
a reminder that every great life
once began quietly,
with a tiny heart,
a curious spirit,
and a world full of possibilities,
waiting patiently beyond the open door.
