In the echo of my caring ways,
I find comfort in others' praise.
For in the art of giving, I find my grace,
A beacon of warmth in life's embrace.
In my desire to succeed,
I bend like a willow in the wind,
Shaping myself to fit others' needs,
Always ready to listen, to fulfill, to mend.
A dance of smiles, a chorus of yes,
I find peace in giving my care.
And yet beneath this, I confess,
I am more than the smiles I bear—
I am a person with dreams and needs unseen.
And amidst this self-made mosaic,
I sometimes forget the art of receiving,
To let the hands that reach for mine
Guide me gently into their embrace.
So I learn, slowly and carefully,
That to be cherished is not a burden,
But a gift unwrapped in understanding,
A gentle reminder that I, too, am worthy.
