26/10/2025
Hands of Time
We walk beside the hands of time,
With stories folded in each line—
Soft voices filled with quiet grace,
A life engraved in every face.
We offer care, but learn much more:
Patience, love, and what we’re for.
A steady hand, a listening ear—
To sit with joy, to sit with tears.
Their steps may slow, their memories fade,
Yet still their wisdom won’t decay.
For every smile or whispered name
Holds sparks of who they are, the same.
So may we honor all they’ve been,
The battles lost, the battles won.
To care is not a task to do—
It’s sharing hearts, and seeing through.
And as each day gently departs,
We carry them within our hearts.
For every life we help to tend
Become our teacher, guide, and friend. ❤️
