Who are they?
Where will I find them?
“My people”, that you speak of.
And how will I know that they are
“My people”?
Oh! You will know.
The Universe will conspire
To place them in your path.
You may realise it immediately,
Or it may take some time.
Eventually, you will know.
It’s in the laughter over a shared pizza,
In the warmth of cups of tea,
In a special selfie from the archives,
And when their favourite song plays,
Or remembering when you danced together
Like no one was watching!
They will celebrate your achievements
As if it were their own.
They will show up for you in perfect ways
At imperfect times,
And support you.
They won’t be afraid to tell you
When you’re wrong,
Or not seeing a situation
For what it truly is.
In a world of filters,
They will be authentic.
Their presence is not always physical.
It’s an emotional connection,
Closer to spiritual.
You will feel it,
And know it in your heart.
It will carry you,
It will comfort you.
More than happiness,
It will bring you peace.
In a world of much bitterness,
They will sweeten your mood,
And stretch your smile.
In those moments,
You will whisper words of gratitude.
I know this, because that’s what I do.
Eternally thankful for
“My people”.