When My Days Grow Quiet

 “When My Days Grow Quiet”

When my days grow quiet and the world grows dim, Don’t weep for me—I’ve lived within
A garden of laughter, a house full of song,
A life that was steady, a love that was strong.

I’ve seen seasons turn and children grow,
Watched you discover the things I know—
That life is a gift, both fragile and sweet,
Measured in moments, not in defeat.

My hands may wrinkle, my steps may slow,
But the seeds I’ve planted continue to grow.
In every prayer whispered, in every embrace,
In the light in your eyes, I see my place.

So when I must go, don’t call it the end—
Think of it simply as turning a bend.
For love does not vanish, it lingers, it stays,
Shining through you in beautiful ways.

Carry my stories, my laughter, my song,
And know in your heart, you’ve helped me belong.
For though I will rest when my journey is through,
Part of my soul will live on in you.