TW(Whispers of the Garden)

🌹  to My Absent Grandparents 🏡

To where my smiles once bloomed, a haven pure and bright,

I walked today, my souls, with steps that bore the weight of night.

To childhood's sanctuary, to the home where warmth once stayed,

You were my guiding light, and now absence casts its heavy shade.

I found the garden, my dear Grandpa, Grandma, the secret of my soul,

Scattering sorrow now, no fragrance sweet, as if in losing all control.

And the beloved tree, your favourite branch, it wept with silent grace,

With parchment leaves, a lament sung, a mournful, echoing embrace.

It mourned its missing, oh the essence of kindness from the past,

And how the light had vanished from its shade,

the pureness that could not last.

My yearning overflowed, and in your hallowed memory so deep,

A gentle breeze swept by, a mournful tune where shadowed secrets sleep.

As if the yellowed leaves, in comforting embrace, did softly call,

They whispered: "Do not weep, for love's an inheritance that will never fall"

I felt their sorrow deep, a heavy burden held within their core,

As my own heart cried out, with tears upon my cheeks, forevermore.

Even the white wall, witness to our joy, now wore a pallid hue,

Filled with apprehensions, a sadness that like frailty grew.

The faces that were once my grace, now bitter root of my despair,

They steal the light from my spirit, with a longing I can barely bear.

Where is that noble smile?

Oh, voice of the spirit when it moans,

The warmth of an embrace that settled every trial,

calming all my groans. Those genuine prayers,

that whispered grace, that once would softly hum,

And shield my heavy heart from cares, from sorrows yet to come.

I search for your faces, in every passing gaze I seek a sign,

In every bustling crowd, a glimpse of something once so truly mine.

In old familiar places, where our memories intertwine and gleam,

I search for traces of your presence, lost within a fading dream.

But reason calms me, whispering that this aching, profound desire,

Is the very essence of your being, the secret fueling my inner fire.

I'll make this sharp longing a driving force, a love that cannot cease,

For you are my peace, my haven, my enduring, tranquil, soul's release.

By Tulipsmile