Echoes of a Gentle Light
April 1, 2025
April 1, 2025
I remember a day
when the house
was alive
with the bright melody
of your child’s laughter—
a delicate season
of hope and promise,
where every step
was a small miracle
and every smile
ignited joy like the
first light of dawn.
I recall that day
as if inked in a quiet,
eternal story:
the gentle morning sun,
the soft giggles
echoing in sunlit rooms,
dreams woven silently
into the fabric
of each heartbeat.
Then came a day
when the sky grew heavy,
and the familiar song
fell silent—
a sudden,
piercing stillness
that reshaped your world.
Now,
in those long,
quiet moments of grief,
each room holds
a memory—
a glimpse of laughter,
a trace of wonder—
and every silence
speaks of a love
too vast,
too deep to
ever fade away.
I walk with you
through this narrative
of loss,
where pain and love
are interlaced,
and share these words
as a small,
comforting embrace.
Though your child’s delicate
light has journeyed
beyond the boundaries
of our days,
their presence lingers
in the rustle of leaves
and the soft glow of twilight,
a perpetual echo
in every corner
of your heart.
May these memories,
tender and unyielding,
become a sanctuary
for your sorrow,
a gentle reminder
that the love you shared
is a light that endures
beyond every goodbye
and every silent tear.
In this narrative
of life’s fragile
beauty and grievous absence,
know that your
child’s spirit sings on—
a quiet,
eternal melody woven
into the tapestry
of every dawn,
every whispered wind,
a promise that love,
even in loss,
transcends all bounds.