I woke up to the reality…
They were both gone.
My safety net, my home,
No longer felt the same.
It was not sudden,
But the realization was.
They meant the world to me,
Mum and Dad,
Endless chats, and disagreements too,
Laughter that echoed through time,
The quiet comfort of knowing
They were always there.
Now, the silence is heavier,
The house feels too big,
Memories stacked in corners,
Where their voices used to live.
I reach for the phone,
For advice I can no longer hear,
For warmth that is now only a memory.
At 42, I am no child,
Yet orphaned, I feel so small.
Grief doesn’t care for age,
Loss doesn’t soften with years.
I stand in the world untethered,
Their love my only compass,
Guiding me forward,
Even from beyond.
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