The Garden of Becoming

In the garden where daylight lingers

and the echoes of laughter still hum,

the children unfurl like the petals of blooms

that had once been delicate buds,

nurtured in the embrace of warm soil.

Their growth was a season of time,

an orchestra of whispers and rustles,

as they grew taller than the sunflowers

that once towered over them.

The house, a vessel of fleeting moments,

brims with the relics of yesteryears—

broken toys that sing songs of play,

tattered books with corners turned down,

and handprints once smeared across walls

now faded into ghostly echoes.

The walls hold the secret map

of their becoming,

each room a chapter in the unfinished novel

of their youth.

The parents, gardeners of this grand narrative,

witnessed the metamorphosis of their young.

From the first step upon the soft grass

to the steady stride on paved paths,

they nurtured with hands that were both tender

and firm, planting seeds in the garden of character

that would someday reach for the sky.

Now, the young adults move through the world

as though they are celestial bodies,

each orbit a testimony to their journey,

a constellation formed by their trials and triumphs.

The laughter that once rang in the corners of the home

has become the soundtrack of their distant adventures,

a soft echo that returns like the distant roll of thunder.

The parents stand at the edge of the garden,

watching their children as they scatter

like autumn leaves on the wind.

In their eyes, the pride is a silent river,

flowing beneath the surface of farewells,

a quiet acknowledgment of the blossoming

that has taken place in the vast expanse

of life’s uncharted garden.

In the distance, the new horizons beckon

with an unspoken promise—

that the seeds sown will continue to flourish,

each one a testament to the love

that once nurtured them.

In this ever-unfolding cycle,

the children grow into the world’s own marvels,

and the parents, though left with echoes

of a past so vivid and dear,

find solace in the silent bloom

of their children’s becoming.