In fields where silence once held sway, Now echoes of the past remain, The poet’s pen, a gentle guide, Through…
In the stillness of dawn, he rises with grace, A gentle giant, steadfast in his pace. Through life’s storms, his…
In the quiet corners of our home, Where whispers of love softly roam, Mother and Father stand side by side,…
Monday dawns with a gentle sigh, A canvas fresh beneath the sky. Dreams awoken, paths anew, Promises in morning dew.…
In the quiet of the night, I hear whispers of your voice, A gentle echo in the wind, Reminding me…
In the quiet shadows where you stand, A pillar of strength, a guiding hand. Your silent courage, a beacon bright,…
In fields where whispers once took flight, The echoes of the past reside. Seamus, with a pen like gentle might,…
In the quiet corners of the night,Where shadows softly tread,I hear your voice in the gentle breeze,A whisper from the…
In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze, Lies a promise of a day yet to unfold, With every sunbeam…
In the quiet whispers of dawn’s first light,A figure stands, steadfast and bright,With hands that cradle dreams anew,My father, a…