In the quiet shadows where memories dwell,
Grief whispers softly, a tale to tell.
A gentle embrace of what once was,
A silent echo, a loving pause.

Tears like rivers carve paths anew,
Through valleys of sorrow, changing the view.
Each drop a memory, precious and true,
A bridge to the past, a bond to renew.

In the garden of heartache, flowers bloom,
Their petals speak of love’s sweet perfume.
Among the thorns, a beauty so rare,
In grief’s gentle hold, we find we care.

The sun sets softly, yet rises again,
A promise of hope through the lingering pain.
In the arms of tomorrow, we find our way,
With grief as our guide, come what may.