Etched In Flame, Carved In Soul! ! ! for Avin & Nesh Poem by WIN VENTURA

Beneath this skin, a mother's vow,
Not ink — but fire — laid down somehow.
Not art for show, nor fleeting trend,
But proof that love will never end.

Avin, the first beat in my chest,
The light that rose when I had no rest.
You came with fire, you taught me grace,
Your name — a shield time can't erase.

Nesh, the laughter that danced on pain,
The storm and sun wrapped up in rain.
You cycled slow, but came to stay,
Your name — my hope, my brighter day.

Avin ♥️ Nesh — not just a mark,
But two bright stars etched through the dark.
Every glance, a sacred spell,
That says 'I chose to fight, and I fought well.'

So when they ask, 'What does it mean? '
I smile with pride, a warrior queen.
These names, this ink — they kept me strong,
They are the reason I belong.

By: -WIN VENTURA