Love Is

Love is -
your shoulder under my cheek
when the world feels too much
(and somehow, it never is
when you’re near).

It’s your voice,
low and certain,
when I am full of questions.

It’s the way your hands
have memorised the shape of our days;
The quiet gestures,
The rhythm of small things,
the look across the room.

It’s the steady weight of your body beside mine
at the end of another long day;
the stillness
you bring
into every storm.

This is the love I come home to;
This is the love that made me a mother, 
without ever letting me forget
I was yours first.

By Alice Karayianni

Father's Day

There’s a certain kind of love that doesn’t raise its voice.
It shows up in the early mornings and the late nights,
In the way the dishes get done without a word.

Fatherhood isn’t loud,
It’s in the subtle shift of priorities.
In the stroller walks, the car rides just for sleep,
The dancing in the living room when no one’s watching.
It’s in the way you keep showing up wholeheartedly.

Because of you
We breathe a little easier.

We are so grateful for you
And we love you;
Every single day.

By Alice Karayianni

Mother's Day

Today, I hold space for the quiet miracles;

The sleepy feeds, the soft morning light,
The way your tiny hand finds mine in the dark.

I didn’t know motherhood would make me feel
both stretched and rooted all at once.
But here I am, more myself than I’ve ever been.

Happy Mother’s Day
To all of us finding our rhythm
in the gentlest, fiercest love.

By Alice Karayianni