Ode To The Great-Heart (A Poem For My Brother) Poem by Isadora Quagmire

Should I compare you to the quiet night?
You shine with steady calm, a quiet grace.
Your heart is firm, your mind both sharp and bright,
A strength that's felt, though it's never in one's face.

Your mind, a sharp and focused, careful guide,
Solving the puzzles others leave behind.
Logarithms and math, victories you could pride—
With quiet ease, you make the answers find.

You build with hands that think as much as feel,
Inventive, bold—your vision knows no end.
Your words are clear, your thoughts both sharp and real,
A voice that speaks with wisdom, such a friend.

Your trumpet rings with strength, both pure and true,
A steady note that rises from your heart so deep.
You play with soul, with focus, through and through,
A melody that echoes, calm and steep.

Your beauty's not in show, but found in depth,
A strength that's carried with a silent grace.
With every task, you give your steady breath,
And face the world with courage, bold, in place.

Your courage, quiet, still, but fierce and strong,
You fight for right, no matter what the cost.
With you, no cause is ever lost for long,
Your quiet strength, a force not to be tossed.

In every word, in every look you share,
There lies a wit, a humor rare and bright.
But in your heart, a selflessness so fair,
You give, you stand, and fight for what's right.

And when I think of all that you have been,
The love you give, the strength you carry near,
I see the heart of one who never gives in,
The Greatheart always brave, forever dear.

So here, my brother, with this praise I write,
To honor you with my love bright.
In all you do, you give yourself away—
A light that shines, and guides through the darkest day.