In shadows cast by memories old,
We tread the path of days untold.
For in our hearts, a sorrow grows,
A tale of loss, our forever woes.

Bumin, once cradled in our embrace,
Now lost into a new time and space.
His laughter, like a gentle stream,
Fades away, a fleeting dream.

And Ann, our granddaughter, sweet and fair,
Always ready with an adventure to share.
Yet fate has torn us far apart,
Leaving an ache within our hearts.

Though time may pass and seasons change,
The memories will never wane.
Tho they've been silenced, we'll hold them near,
Whispering words they'll never hear.

We stand here now, with tear-stained eyes,
Gazing into the endless skies.
And while this loss is pure torture,
We'll somehow find a way to face our new future.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Miraman, in the year 941 AF.