Saturday, April 6, 2024
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In the stillness of sorrow's shroud, we weep,
A son's laughter now a fleeting memory to keep.
Brotherhood bonds broken, aching hearts entwined,
Lost in the echoes of a love so refined.
Cousins' tales now silenced, in the winds they fade,
A tapestry of moments, in shadows they cascade.
A father's guiding light dims in the night,
Leaving a void that swallows joy and blight.
Friendship's warmth now chilled in absence stark,
A constellation of memories lost in the dark.
Yet in the hush of grief, their spirits rise,
In the twinkle of stars and the blue of skies.
For though they've left, their essence lingers near,
In whispers of the wind and the songs we hold dear.
A tapestry of love, woven in time's gentle art,
Binding us forever, never truly apart.
-Susan Bates