Tiny shop on a quiet pier
Saltwind hums in a tone sincere
You buy bread for a trembling hand
Feeding dignity where few would stand
Broken nets on a weathered board
Speak of winters the waves ignored
Your soft words help the silence rise
Filling emptiness with reprise
Every act starts a deeper thread
Mending hearts where the cold once spread
Happiness blooms in the warmth you wrought—
Life lifts high in the world you build from one kind thought
