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.