In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows softly tread,
Grief whispers tales of yesterdays,
In silent, solemn threads.
A gentle breeze of memories,
Caresses the weary soul,
Each tear a star in the night,
In sorrowâs gentle hold.
Through the passage of time’s embrace,
Healing finds its way,
In the mosaic of broken dreams,
Hope begins to sway.
In the garden of remembrance,
Love’s eternal light will gleam,
Grief, a tender guide,
To the heart’s unfolding dream.