Tim

O Timothy, whose laughter once filled the air In sunlit moments, a father's gentle care We mourn the silence where your voice used to dwell In shadows of absence, we weave tales to tell A parent's embrace, a guiding hand firm In the wake of your passing, our hearts softly squirm The stars seem more distant, the nights stretch so wide Each tear is a tribute to the love you provided In the garden of memory, your spirit still blooms Each flower a whisper, each scent a perfume Yet shadows grow longer as days slip away The echoes of your wisdom, in my heart, they stay Oh, how we yearn for those days filled with laughter To share in your stories, to bask in your splendor Yet in the mourning, we find paths anew For in every heartbeat, we carry you through Though death has come knocking with its chilling breath It cannot extinguish the love that defies death O Timothy, dear father, in dreams you appear A beacon of solace, forever held near In the garden of memory, your spirit still blooms Each flower a whisper, each scent a perfume Yet shadows grow longer as days slip away The echoes of your wisdom, in my heart, they stay So we gather our strength, with your memory alight In the darkness of loss, you remain our guiding light For although we have lost you, your spirit will thrive In the hearts of your children, forever alive In the garden of memory, your spirit still blooms Each flower a whisper, each scent a perfume Yet shadows grow longer as days slip away The echoes of your wisdom, in my heart, they stay