Through shadows deep, where echoes roam,
I walk the path, now left alone.
A parent’s voice, a whispered guide,
Stilled by time, yet close beside.

Grief’s weight a heavy cloak I bear,
In quiet rooms, they linger there.
Memories drift, like autumn’s song,
Fading but firm, they keep me strong.

I find my steps, though slow, still true,
In strength they taught, I start anew.
Love’s tether holds, though threads may fray,
And gently leads me on my way.

-C.Carpenter