In the tapestry of time, twenty months are sewn, Yet the echoes of your presence remain, undertone. The pain, a relentless shadow, does not fade, And the screams, like whispers, in memory cascade. The moment we heard you had gone we replay, From holding you tight to begging you to stay. The battle for justice is a quiet, solemn fight, Your sisters, your daddy, and I keep you in sight. True family and friends emerged in this storm, In these months we've discovered who stayed warm. Those who uphold us in truth and trust, Who kept promises, never turning to dust. Grief's relentless weight will not ease, We miss you, dear son, with unending pleas. Our lives marked by absence, forever remain, In longing to hold you, in sorrow and pain.