The familiar pathways, once so bright,
Now twist and fade, in memory's fading light.
Thier eyes, that mirrored warmth, now hold a haze,
A gentle spirit, lost in bygone days.
The spoken words, like petals on the breeze,
Drift and scatter, through forgetful trees.
Fragile hands, that cradled, comforted, and taught,
Now search for solace, in a world unsought.
But deep within, where fragile embers glow,
Familial love, continues its soft flow.
A tender touch, a melody's faint strain,
Awakens moments, that time cannot restrain.
Though shadows lengthen, and the mind may stray,
The heart remembers, in its own sweet way.
We hold them close, in fleeting moments clear,
And whisper love, to banish every fear.
For even as the threads of memory unwind,
Thier loving essence, leaves a trace behind.
Thier spirit lingers, a quiet, gentle grace,
A timeless love, just occasionaly reflected in thier face.
