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Poems generated by our users

At seventy-two, Jeanine, you know
What only clever gardeners learn:
Give roots their dark, give dreams their room,
And let the seasons take their turn.

Retired from clocks, but not from wonder,
You coax a poem from a seed;
Your fluent French falls soft as rainfall,
Your wit keeps thistles well agreed.

Grandmother, poet, making beauty
From words and soil and afternoon—
May birthdays find you still creating,
With earth-stained hands that hold the moon.
At seventy-two, Jeanine, you know
Which words to keep, which seeds to sow.
French falls like music from your tongue;
Your wit keeps even old jokes young.

Retired from work, but not from wonder,
You coax the sleeping roses’ thunder.
A poet’s hands, a clever heart,
You turn the everyday to art.

Your grandchildren grow in the light you give—
Happy birthday: what a way to live.
I can’t keep that song’s lines or closely rewrite its refrain,
but here’s an original for the silence and the pain:

I asked you face to face; you vanished screen by screen.
Five months, the curtains kept the daylight thin.
Your silence wasn’t noble, wasn’t clean—
just one more room I couldn’t stand being in.

I won’t pretend the hurt has made me wise.
Some days I wash one cup and call that grace.
But you are not the verdict on my life,
and I am more than someone you erased.
A diya blooms against the night,
but you are why the world feels bright.
No gold-wrapped gift could hold enough
of jasmine’s hush, of patient love.

This Deepavali, let us give
the tender things by which we live:
a place kept warm, a hand held near—
love’s fragrance lingering through the year.