If Jack were a person,
he’d be the sun on a lazy Sunday—
warm, gentle, a little sleepy.

His smile would be easy,
the kind that melts away worries.
Strong and athletic,
but soft and calm too,
never in a rush.

When he laughed,
it would fill the room
like sunlight through a window.

He’d make people feel safe—
warm hands, kind eyes,
a heart that listens.

He’d love food more than anything,
savoring each bite
like it was something special.

Handsome without trying,
funny without meaning to be,
loyal without question.

He’d nap in sunlight,
dream of open fields,
and wake up ready to smile again.

If kindness were a person,
it would be Jack—
golden, gentle,
and always there.