The Whispering Blossom

a priceless gift

May 06, 2026

Sarah at 7; Sarah at 27, photos by the author.

Once upon a time in a garden so fair,
Where the sun’s golden rays danced in the air,
There lived a girl with a voice so sweet,
Her laughter a melody to all she would meet.

Her eyes sparkled like the stars at night,
A soul so pure, bathed in stary light,
With her every step, flowers bloomed and grew,
Little Ponies followed in a colourful queue.

She spoke with kindness, words soft as a sigh,
Communication effortless, open to any reply,
Generosity flowed from her heart like a stream,
Touching all she met as if waking from a dream.

An inner beauty, a treasure to behold,
A spirit untamed, with stories yet to be told,
Inspiration she wove into dreams renewed,
Mistakes lessons in her eyes, more than a few.

Her laughter sang out, a sound of pure delight,
In her presence, all worries fled in flight,
The essence of true joy, she did impart,
A magic so real that it touched every heart.

In her aura of optimism and grace,
Hope bloomed in each person she embraced,
A lady of strength and beauty beyond compare,
Yet humble and caring qualities together so rare.

Success she found through compassion’s touch,
An orchestra of joyfulness I cling to so much,
The melody of kindness she dared to share,
Her song and laughter still linger in the air.

My heart the gift given by this daughter so fine,
For in her presence, my life’s paths aligned,
Her gleeful presence fills my every room,
Leaving a whispering blossom that will forever bloom.

Such is my daughter, Sarah.

©Thomas Crandall, 5 May 2026

I have been thinking about where I am in my life right now. Sarah, my amazing, talented, beautiful and intelligent daughter, constantly arises from the ashes of my memories into the fiery forefront of my thoughts. She has been through so much. She has taken every step and misstep in stride. I was nowhere near her level of maturity, wisdom, and drive at her age. Even though she is crazy busy with school, jobs, friends and adventures, she always checks in with me. She loves her papa. I love my daughter. My whispering blossom is such a priceless gift.

Sarah just turned 31 and is more beautiful and amazing with every year that passes.