A silent observer, bathed in chilling rain,
I stand at the edge of sorrow’s vast domain.
The weight of grief presses down on the earth,
Black umbrellas bloom, a canvas of mourning’s birth.
He lies beneath, a void where warmth once bloomed,
A husband, father, friend, too soon consumed.
My glass panes weep, blurring the scene below,
Reflecting tears that endlessly flow.
Yet gratitude wells, a river deep and strong,
For every laugh, each love song, all life long.
The memories etched, a treasure I hold dear,
Whispering of moments he held me near.
Faces around me, a tapestry of pain,
Some shadowed by loss, some memories sustain.
A silent choir, voices hum in my frame,
A symphony of love, whispering his name.
And as the ceremony fades to its end,
A vow within my shattered heart I mend.
His legacy, kindness, love’s unyielding light,
Shall guide my steps, forever shining bright.
For though he’s gone, his spirit cannot cease,
His impact ripples, granting us inner peace.
Dearest husband, in this solemn hour,
My gratitude echoes, a love without power.
Thank you for the gift, a love beyond compare,
A memory I’ll cherish, a love beyond despair.
