You arrive with a whisper, a gentle caress of warmth and light.
In your embrace, we find solace and hope—
a promise of new beginnings and cherished memories.

As you mark the month of my birth,
you remind me that growing older is not a burden but a gift.
Each year, I gather new lessons—
like petals in a blooming garden—
ever grateful for the journey of life.

May you, dear August, be kind and tender,
a beacon of joy and reflection,
guiding us softly through the days ahead. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer