I could hear your steps becoming fainter,
your youthful demure, a shadow.
Alas! we always breathed your breezy words.
Our sweet balms, our joys of living were they.
One day they ceased to flow.
We are now breathless,
and doomed forever in the land of
stormy lull and dark hours.
My only born you were.
Little, velvet touch rose without a thorn.
A song you were to be sung forever.
When your prattles blossomed into words
you brought heaven down
in our heart.
Like the autumn bees
We thought “….warm days will never cease”*.
Like the silver lining
the fragrant memories fill our heart.
Your diary-words still unread
throb in the pages waiting.
Our anxieties over you have ended.
But not that wait
to be with you my precious;
after these earthly days are spent.
*The quote is taken from Keats’ ode “To Autumn”
Posted for MTB @ dVerse Where Gayle is hosting today and we are asked to write an Elegy.
Shared with Sanaa’s prompt ~ Take time out and stop to smell the Roses –  for her Prmpt Nights @ A Dash Of Sunny