Hadi Atallah

You can be stout and slow,
With eyes that twinkle in friendship.
The kind who calls out “Good morning!”
And in the midst of a laugh,
Makes us remember flowers.

You can hum under your breath,
Roll a coin back and forth over your knuckles.
Make it spin and catch the light.

The point isn’t to feel great.
The point is to be great.

Let the quiet gestures speak.
Let small joys mark the day.
Because greatness isn’t loud,
It’s steady, kind, and unmistakably present.