Pāhonoa te oro

igniting a dream. The nausea that lingers, the darkness of pain, Fades like the shadows when sunshine breaks rain. Diarrhea retreats, a distant, fading song, As the body finds strength, where it once felt so wrong. The immune system rallies, a guardian anew, Shielding from illness, as the mistlet…

igniting a dream. The nausea that lingers, the darkness of pain, Fades like the shadows when sunshine breaks rain. Diarrhea retreats, a distant, fading song, As the body finds strength, where it once felt so wrong. The immune system rallies, a guardian anew, Shielding from illness, as the mistletoe grew. In this sacred exchange, where nature meets grace, Women rise stronger, reclaiming their place. In the tapestry woven from threads of despair, The mistletoe whispers, “You’re cherished, take