"Not Lazy, Just Lost" — A poem for every parent wondering why their brilliant child struggles at school. They say: “My child is clever, sharp, and bright, A spark that glows with inner light. So why do grades not match the flame? Why does school feel more like shame?” It isn’t sloth, it isn’t pride, It’s a quiet storm they hold inside. The world applauds the neat and still— But not the child with thoughts that spill. We breathe relief when school begins, Uniforms on, routine kicks in. Yet many minds feel left behind, Their rhythm different, undefined. School asks for silence, rows, and rules, Suppressing hearts in crowded schools. Where feelings loud and minds that roam, Are told to "focus" or "go home." But look beneath what’s judged as slack, You’ll find a child under attack— By doubts, by noise, by social fear, By never quite belonging here. The day is long, the smiles are few, They mask, they shrink, they push on through. They come back home with wear...
This poem is a small gift for our son who is celebrating his 8th birthday tommorow. In your eyes, we see the stars, A world of wonder, near and far. Your smile—a spark that lights our day, Your laugh—a song that melts the gray. You walk a path that’s all your own, With quiet strength you’ve always shown. You’re unique in every single way, A shining light that leads the way. Empathy flows from your gentle heart, You feel so deeply, set apart. You care, you love, and always try— A tender soul that lifts us high. And oh, the way you sing so true, Each note you hum, each tune you do— Your voice, like music from above, Fills our hearts with joy and love. We pray you grow as a child of God, Doing what is just and right always Though we sometimes scolded you We hope you know that it's for your own good Just as you love lights and every wire, Circuits, switches, sparks of fire— Your soul, too, glows electric-bright; You are our ever-glowing light. The world may not see the way you s...