In shadows deep, where silent sorrows tread,
A son beholds his mother's tear-streaked face.
Her heart in pieces, for her father's bed
Holds him in twilight's ever-quiet embrace.

With every tear, a spark within him grows,
A light of spirit, kindling in the night.
A journey inward, where true wisdom shows
The essence of our being, pure and bright.

Then from the shadows, a gentle voice calls,
"Come closer, son," the patriarch implores.
In that request, a fading barrier falls,
Uniting souls across celestial shores.

In love's soft echo, a new path is found,
Where tears and smiles in spirituality abound.