Words do carry grace. Like the words of this poem I was given as a gift today.

In the stormy moondrifts, 
of the world’s highest plateau –
there are children’s faces
as delicate as snowflakes.

This might be a frozen landscape,
children parentless, 
and paralyzed by cold.
yet someone is lighting a fire 

on Himalayan slopes,
someone is guiding the way
like a Kathmandu star.
The kids are on top of the world.

By my friend Selina Whiteley. Thank you so much, Sel!


About Madalina Serban

I love children. I love the sea. I love dancing. I love writing. And I love a man who makes me laugh.


2 thoughts on “Grace

  1. Thank you, this is wonderful. You’ve made me cry. Glad it meant something to you.

    Posted by Sel Whiteley | May 25, 2012, 11:53 AM
  2. Same here…

    Posted by madalinaserban | May 25, 2012, 1:27 PM

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