Testament Of Love

When I die, bury me with a picture of my kids,

I want to show God the reason for my every breath,

every stride, every prayer in the quiet of night.

In that sacred ground, where whispers meet eternity,

let my children’s faces be my testament,

their laughter captured in a still frame,

their joy echoing in the chambers of my heart.

Tell God how their smiles were my sunrise,

how their tears were my deepest prayers,

how their dreams ignited my every hope,

and their fears found solace in my embrace.

When I die, let their innocence speak for me,

let the purity of their love be my final offering,

a portrait of life, painted with the hues of our moments,

each one a verse in the poetry of our existence.

I want to show God the legacy I leave,

the seeds of my soul sown in the garden of their future,

their lives a mirror to my devotion,

their paths, my enduring faith.

In the quiet of my rest, let that picture lie with me,

a symbol of the love that transcends time,

a silent prayer in the language of the heart,

forever held in the embrace of the Divine.