Embracing Love and Loss: A Poetic Farewell

I saw his ‘Adieu’

Time closes soft the weary lids,
Where toil and hope have marked their bids.
The man of care, of quiet grace,
Now turns his gaze from life’s vast chase.

I fought for heights I could not scale,
In boardrooms cold and tempests frail.
Yet in our home, warm hearth was laid,
Where little hands in mine once played.

Two sons I led with gentle hand,
Their steps now firm upon the land.
I saw their laughter, joy alight,
And kept them safe through storms of night.

I held your hand, my loyal wife,
Through all the turns of mortal strife.
Temptation’s snares were met with scorn—
For you alone, my heart was sworn.

My brother, bound in bonds so thin,
I gave you all, I pulled you in.
You fell, and though no love returned,
I watched the pyres of sorrow burn.

Parents frail, by time unkind,
I bore their burdens, turned the blind.
To needs they could not understand,
Still, I upheld their trembling hands.

Alone at sixteen, paths unknown,
I sailed to lands, by wind was blown.
In northern skies and distant seas,
I wrote my fate on shifting breeze.

You see me now, these breaths so slow,
I fear there’s more I’ve yet to show.
But whispers break this final veil—
Love’s silent strength will never fail.

To sons who walk with heads held high,
To wife who made each moment fly,
To grands who gleam with sunlit eyes—
I leave not grief but starry skies.

My gift was small, unmarked by fame,
Yet in your hearts, I lit a flame.
I leave this world with trembling sigh—
The man you loved says soft, goodbye.