Diamond High

For Heidi Who Is the Diamond I See

To my sister,

I’ve watched you give everything with so little left for yourself. This is for the strength, the beauty, and the love you carry through it all.

You rise before the sun has stirred,

a quiet storm, without a word.

Hands full of dreams you set aside

to braid a life where love can hide,

inside the folds of half-warm meals.

Lunch comes late, sleep comes never,

yet still you stretch, endure forever.

You give and give, and rarely ask.

Your love is worn into each task,

your strength as soft as it is real.

You tuck them in with lullabies,

then whisper wishes to the skies.

Your rest is short, your guilt runs deep,

but even tired, you do not weep.

You carry peace you never keep.

One day you changed your ringtone,

a song that glows just like the moon.

“Diamonds,” playing bold and clear,

a quiet anthem in your ear,

for all you are and all you do.

You lost a ring, your eyes grew wet.

But love is something you don’t forget.

So here’s another, from my hand,

to say: I see. I understand.

You are the gem that always shines.

No crown or sleep or words could show

how much you mean, how much I know.

So take this ring, this verse, this sky—

you are not lost, you are not small.

You are the light that holds us all.