40 days have passed

In grief’s embrace, 40 days have passed,
Since my father’s departure, memories last.
40 days have passed since my father died,
A journey of emotions that were my guide.
His memory lives on in the stories we share,
In the depths of my heart, he’s always there.
In shadows cast by time’s cruel hand,
40 days have slipped like grains of sand.
Though he’s gone, in our hearts he’ll stay,
Guiding us through life’s winding way.
Though his presence may no longer be,
His love and wisdom still flow like a sea.
Every single day I find strength to go through,
As his spirit guides me in all that I do.
In the quiet moments, I hear his voice,
Gentle whispers that make my heart rejoice.
In shadows cast by time’s gentle sway,
Forty days since my father’s last day.
A void left behind, an ache that won’t sway,
Memories bloom, colors never to gray.
Though he’s gone, his love’s here to stay,
In heart and in soul, come what may.