The world grew silent, as the pen dropped still, When Seamus Heaney took his final breath, His words like whispers,…
In the quiet strength you show each day, Your love guides us in every way. With hands that work and…
In the heart of our land, a beacon shines bright, A soul that crafts wonders, both day and night. With…
In the garden where dreams would bloom, He’d sit with stories, banishing gloom. The wrinkles on his face, a map…
In the silence of the morning light, The world mourns a soul so bright. Her words, a beacon, fierce and…
In the quiet of the night, your breath ceased to flow, A father, a guide, now where do I go?…
In fields where golden sunlight falls, She walked with grace, her spirit calls, To every leaf and rustling wing, She…