In spring's tender bloom on a March day, A gentle hope began to softly sway, Too young, we whispered dreams anew, A future shaped for me and you. Yet angels called with silent breath, And took you home beyond the earth, A son not born, yet loved and missed, In gentle dreams where our souls kissed. What paths today would you have trod? What laughter shared, what friends abroad? A life imagined where shadows play, Still lingers deep, though far away. In tender youth, I felt so small, Bound by love that seeks to call, Forgive my heart its whispered cries, For broken times and lullabies. To him, his father, and to you, I hold a promise firm and true, Though tears may fall like springtime rain, The love we shared will not be in vain.