In our childhood garden,
where love and joy would grow,
There bloomed memories of...
childrens laughters glow.
But as shadows lengthened,
unbearable trauma came along,
a dark cloud enveloped,
filled with angusish strong.
Innocence was shattered,
three hearts were torn apart,
leaving scars so deep,
they etched on every part.
Torn from our roots,
like branches torn from trees,
we were left adrift...
lost in lifes chilly breeze.
Now death stands before us,
a somber, haunting sight,
taking loved ones away,
and extingushing their light,
But, in the hallowed spaces,
your presence still resides,
in memories of laughter,
and little sparks that guide,
For even in the darkness,
your glimmer will gleam,
like stars in the sky...
in my heart you will beam.
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