In the trembling dusk of a dreadful Friday, Echoes linger where your laughter lay. A heart remains shattered, silent as stone, Yearning for moments we’ll never have known. My fear blooms like shadows in the night, Of missing your smiles, your guiding light. No grandchildren to follow where your footsteps tread, An aching void where your wisdom was spread. Though you are near in whispers of the breeze, Reality denies these tender pleas. Yet in this fractured world, I find grace, In dreams where I still see your face. My heart is forever shattered, incomplete, Until in some distant realm, again we meet.