IN SORROW, BEAUTY GROWS

In shadows deep, where silence waves,
A quiet breath, as daylight grieves.
The final thread, the fleeting light,
a gentle call from endless night.

With every pulse, the heart does race,
yet time will find its tender grace.
In whispered winds, the memories flow,
a dance of souls, both high and low.

The autumn leaves, they softly fall,
each one a story unfolds, a silent call.
In every tear, a laughter shared,
in every sigh, a love declared.

The ache of absence, a heavy weight,
a haunting void that stirs our fate.
The echoes linger, a bittersweet song,
in shadows where those we love belong.

Death, a door we all must face.
A passage to another space.
With trembling hands, we bid goodbye,
while aching hearts still yearn and cry.

Yet in the dusk, where echos fade,
Life's fleeting moments are gently laid.
The warmth of hugs, the light of eyes,
in loss, the deep, unspoken cries.

In drams they visit, soft and near,
whispering secrets, calming our fears.
In every sunset, their spirit glows,
A reminder that love forever flows.

So let us not in fear abide,
for in the dark, the stars collide.
In every end, a start anew,
in death' embrace, we're born anew.

With every heartbeat, love remains,
a fragment of joy and pain.
For in sorrow, beauty grows,
In every ending, Life begins.

And though we mourn, we celebrate,
the lives that touched us, the love they created.
In grief, we find a deeper thread—
The bonds of life that never end.


I LOVE YOU MAMA.