Dearest Life

Dearest Life,

As dusk wraps its gentle arms around the day, I sit in the echoing stillness of this room,

Eyes drifting over the horizon where my children carve their paths, distant and untroubled.

Their lives, like well-tended gardens, bloom in colors my own hands could scarcely dream of.

In the quiet expanse of twilight, I feel the weight of ancient prayers whispered on the wind,

Falling like golden leaves into the crevices of my heart. Their laughter, a distant melody,

Reaches me through the veil of years, a testament to the unspoken promise fulfilled.

Their days, gilded with the sun's favor, speak of a prosperity that I, in my time, could only conjure

In the dreams that danced beyond my reach. How sweet the fruit of their efforts,

Ripe with the glory of lives lived more fully than the shadowed hours I endured.

If the earth’s cold breath were to claim me tonight, a quiet surrender would fill my soul’s corners.

For in their triumphs, I have glimpsed the mirror of my own small, yet steadfast, triumph.

To see their hearts, untouched by the harshness that once was my own, is a blessing profound.

Let the last chapter unfold with peace, for each day I have lived is etched in the grace of their existence,

A silent whisper of gratitude, a love that transcends the bounds of this fleeting life.

In this twilight of my years, I find the truth I have sought in their radiant lives, and it is enough.