Between Hearts, Hopes and Homes: Under the Same Moon 🌙

Beneath the evening’s golden hue,
Penn Medicine stands: a dream we once drew.
Cranes rise high like longing hands,
Bridging hope across faraway lands.

We walk where wishes learn to stand,
Building futures with a steady hand.
The climb is steep, the nights are long,
Yet faith hums softly, steady, strong.

Some nights, the moon feels close and kind,
Watching both our worlds entwined.
Back home, life was tough yet warm,
Love was real – our constant form.

Here, the streets are calm and wide,
Where dreams and duties walk side by side.
We’re building a life: our girls and us,
A hopeful start, a quiet trust.

Some days we stumble through the gray,
Yet still our hearts find home each day.
Through storms and calm, through tears and cheer,
We’ve learned to grow, to bend, to hear.
We’re evolving souls, imperfect, true,
As partners, parents, humans too.

New smiles appear, kind souls we meet
Some gentle, others bittersweet.
Do these hearts truly stay,
Or fade like shadows on our way?

We’ve trusted hearts, both there and here
Some brought warmth, some drew tears.
Each time, it helps us see through
For whom we matter, and who stays true.

In every breath of city air,
We feel your glow, we’re almost there.
For dreams aren’t born from flight alone;
They rise from roots, from sweat, from stone.

We miss the laughter, the noise, the song
Of the place where we once belong.
When joy or loss touches those we adore,
Our hearts break quietly once more.

Love doesn’t end with distance or death
It lives within each longing breath.
Perhaps love means holding tight
Two worlds apart, both in sight.

And as the night folds day in song,
We know it’s to the moon we belong. 🌙