To Whom It May Concern

Let me tell her story—
not in tidy lists, but in the weight 
of what she’s done.

Let me tell you about 
the way she tilts her head
when she’s listening,
absorbing the unspoken 
edges of your worry, the radiant 
spill of your joy.

Can I tell you a bit about
the quiet strength
that settles over a room
when she enters,
not demanding attention,
but providing a steady anchor?

I'd like to share something else.
She looks beyond the shine,
past what the eye first catches,
to where unexpected beauty 
waits in broken fences, abandoned farms,
and fresh shoots pushing through 
the fields of thawed spring soil.

She laughs like the sun finally showing up,
and when she listens,
it’s like someone holding your hand
just right—no words, just understanding.

Let me give you a little insight:
she navigates challenges
with a quiet determination,
solves problems with a gentle touch—
never bulldozing, always building.

I want to tell you
her kindness isn't loud.
It's in the small things—
a message, a meal, a moment.
She gives, to family, friends, 
and strangers without needing to be seen.

Within her, a rare balance lives:
loyalty that never wavers,
compassion that knows no bounds,
a mind keen as winter air,
a heart soft as spring rain.

She is more than capable.
She is remarkable.

Sincerely,

Someone who knows

—By Steven Wade Veatch