Whispers Through the Pines
In the quiet shade where memories dwell,
I hear his laughter, a soft, sweet bell.
Peepaw to some, but to me, he was more,
A compass of love, a wide-open door.
His hands, like weathered maps, told stories untold,
Of joys and of struggles, both tender and bold.
With each gentle whisper of leaves in the breeze,
I feel him near me, his spirit at ease.
He taught me to dream under starlit skies,
To find hope in shadows, to see through my eyes.
With the strength of the mountains and the grace of the sea,
He showed me the beauty in simply just being me.
Now in the heavens, where angels reside,
He dances with light, with love as his guide.
Though the ache in my heart feels heavy and vast,
I carry him with me, a bond that won't pass.
So here by the pines, where the wildflowers sway,
I cherish his lessons, I gather my thoughts,
And though time may divide us, our souls intertwined,
In the fabric of love, his spirit is mine.
Rest well, dear father, in the arms of the skies,
Your legacy lives on in the heart that now sighs.
I'll honor your name with each step that I take,
For in every heartbeat, our love will awake.