I stand where earth and sorrow intertwine,
A grave too small, yet heavy as the time
That slipped away, as fleeting as a breath,
Now held in stillness by the weight of death.

Your hands once reached for mine in tender trust,
Now cold, now gone, returned to quiet dust.
The world, unyielding, turns as it has done,
While I am frozen, left without my son.

I dress the soil in flowers, soft and bright,
But none can match your laughter's warming light.
Their petals mock the aching void I feel,
For beauty can't replace a wound so real.

I kissed your brow when fever stole your glow,
I held you close, unwilling to let go.
I begged the heavens, pleaded for your stay,
But life...