In the silence where echoes fade,
A shadow whispers tales untold,
Of lives once vibrant, now laid,
In earth’s gentle and tender fold.

The moonlight dances on tear-streaked cheeks,
As memories softly weave their threads,
In the quiet, the heart speaks,
Of love enduring, though the body sheds.

Time, the quiet healer, moves slow,
Yet grief clings like morning mist,
In dreams, the departed glow,
In waking hours, deeply missed.

The garden of remembrance blooms,
With every whispered name,
In the heart’s sacred rooms,
They live, forever the same.