Baskadia

In the depths of sorrow's grasp, I write,

A tale of love and loss, with hearts so light.

For in the bond of family once held dear,

A fracture came, spreading pain and fear.

Once upon a time, a trio stood strong,

A husband, wife, and son, a cherished song.

Their love, a tapestry woven with care,

Now torn asunder, burdened hearts despair.

Oh, how the moon weeps upon the night,

As stars bear witness to this woeful plight.

A father's anguish, like thunder's fierce blow,

Echoes silently, only his soul can know.

A month has passed, yet grief still holds its reign,

A tempest lingers, inflicting endless pain.

Bitter tears stain the canvas of his days,

As he grasps at fragments of what once was ablaze.

But let not despair consume your fragile heart,

For life's symphony plays its nuanced part.

In the depths of agony, a phoenix does rise,

And from the ashes, transformation lies.

For as the seasons turn, and time unfurls,

Hope whispers softly, reshaping the world.

Hold dear those memories, etched in love's embrace,

A tether to hold onto, amidst this empty space.

Know that your heartache, though profound and vast,

Shall be a catalyst, molding strength that'll last.

For love, it knows no boundaries, nor earthly bounds,

It blossoms anew, in unexpected surrounds.

So stay a sailor on life's uncharted sea,

Let healing's gentle touch set your spirit free.

And as time weaves its tapestry, thread by thread,

May the strands of love bring solace, in each tear you shed.

Hold fast, dear friend, for you are not alone,

Within these words, a connection is sown.

May your broken heart find solace, piece by piece,

And may your love's echoes grant you lasting peace.