Echoes of the Past

When silence settles where laughter once lay,

And footsteps fade at the close of day,

The walls still whisper your gentle song,

A love so deep, still ever strong.

The chairs sit still where stories grew,

Of lullabies, and skies so blue,

Now shadows stretch where light had shone.

Yet in the hush, you’re never gone.

Your voices echo through the air,

In every breeze, you’re always there.

A tender touch, a knowing smile,

That walks with me each passing mile.

Though time may take the form away,

Your love lives on in every way.

In habits formed, in dreams we keep,

In memories that softly sleep.

O dear Mom and Dad, though gone from sight,

You’re stars that guide us through the night.

In echoes of the past, in heart and soul,

Your love still makes the broken whole.

Latha Warrier