The room was quiet, the sunlight low,
She held my hand and whispered slow.
A trembling smile, a gentle sigh,
As if the moment knew goodbye.
And she said, “Child, don’t fear the night,
Every shadow needs a little light.”
Her last little message stays with me,
Like a soft melody in harmony.
“Love with all your heart, let the small things start,
And carry peace wherever you may be.”
Her words still hum inside of me.
She brushed my cheek, her eyes so kind,
As if she saw the world behind.
She said, “Be brave, but stay tender too,
And know I’ll always walk with you.”
“Life is short, so let it shine,
Hold your dreams like they are mine.”
Her last little message stays with me,
Like a soft melody in harmony.
“Love with all your heart, let the small things start,
And carry peace wherever you may be.”
Her words still hum inside of me.
Now when the night falls quietly,
I hear her voice inside the breeze.
Her love remains, a timeless key—
Unlocking every memory.
Her last little message, tender and true,
A gentle compass pulling me through.
