Tribute & Memory
Heartfelt dedications to people who’ve inspired, uplifted, or left a lasting mark. These poems honour lives lived, legacies left, and the quiet impact of love and guidance.
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April’s Cruelty
Spring has come, soft and bright,Daffodils dance in golden light. The world awakens, fresh and new,But joy feels hollow without you. The sun still shines, the sky still gleams,Yet all is not as it once seemed. For in the warmth, a shadow grows,A whispered fate, a life let go. We held you close, we fought, we prayed,Yet cancer stole, the light betrayed. One last breath, one final rest,A heavy weight upon my chest. They say to move, to step ahead,That summer waits where spring has led. So out come shorts, the patio chairs—As if the world could still compare. But black now drapes my weary soul,A chasm deep, a gaping…
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Betty – A Leading Light
She walked beside him, steady and true,A black-furred guide through skies so blue.Betty, his first, his trusted friend,A bond unbroken, without end. Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,She led with love, she bore no chains.A guiding light, a beacon bright,Turning darkness into sight. But time’s cruel hand began to steal,The light she gave, the steps once real.Her leader’s sight began to fade,A twist of fate so cruelly made. Now, led by the one she once had shown,Through Birchwood paths they both had known.A cane in hand, but still she stayed,A loyal heart that never strayed. Then Reena came—a torch anew,To guide, to love, to see him through.And Betty, though her…
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Leading Lights
When you’re sight impaired like me, Light and dark are hard to see. But in this world, a guiding spark— A leading light to cut the dark. They come in many shapes and size, Golden coats, or deep brown eyes. A shepherd’s grace, a Labrador’s might, A guide dog glowing, strong and bright. To me, they are my eyes, my ears, A bridge beyond my deepest fears. But to the world? A pet, a game, A cruel excuse to cast their shame. Yet they are freedom, step by step, A steady path where doubts have crept. Not a status, not for show, A guiding light to help me go. But time moves on, the years slip by, And every…
