She was the soft light of a dawn,
a drop of life blooming in quiet,
the whole world called “family”
grew green inside her loving heart

She was a lamp, not lit for herself,
but a f lame that brightened others’ lives,
love unspoken, seen in her smile,
even in silence, her care was known.

Loved by all who came to know her,
even strangers lingered near her door,
a quiet shadow in every friend’s heart,
her heart itself was family evermore.

Gentle as a drop of morning dew,
lovely to every eye that met her,
her kindness was a tender song,
a melody heard even in stillness.

Then one day, in a quiet hour,
her light slipped away,
a shadow drifting far.
The house that once held her
sank into silence, empty and still.
He, who lived only in her memory,
broke a little more with every day.

Love too vast to be measured,
sorrow too heavy to carry alone,
he traced the path her light had taken,
and followed her, silent, into the unknown.

Today, they are no longer here.
And yet those two hearts, joined as one,
were not parted, even by death.

They live on in memory,
burning like lamps in our hearts,
that quiet, steadfast love
now shines as an eternal light.

Today, once more, on this day of remembrance,
the memory of two souls blooms again,
though many seasons have passed,
their love alone has never faded.

Like two stars held by the sky,
still giving light from far away,
forever alive in our hearts,
those two souls are no longer memory…
they have become eternal love.

I, who came from both their hearts,
still feel them near in every quiet hour,
some days the missing comes like rain,
soft, then sudden, then a flood I can’t outrun.

So I lift my eyes to the night, and search,
two stars I know by heart among so many,
and find them there, still watching over me,
not as something lost, but as light I still keep.
✦ ✧