"A lily of a day is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be."
A myriad dreams, a tall castle scraping through the skies with the most beautiful garden. The ringing of bees so clearly heard, tinkling of windchimes following their rhythm. A rainbow through the bright blue sky so full of promise. A promise as pure as the dew drops that created it. Promise of rains. Of blooms. Of colors. Of music. Of spring. Of life. A promise that was broken. A promise that we will try to mend.
We will see the twinkle in your eyes thro Kiara's - whenever she is mischievous, joyful or content, for she will reflect you in those instants even without her realising it. We will hear your voice, your laughter through Anu and Manoj, for you are a perfect RHS to their equation of happiness. When we fear, we will learn from you how to be strong, to fight and look ahead with confidence. When we are tired, you will remind us to endure, to persevere and get back to track. When we hold on too strong at something that is moving away, we will learn from you to let go bravely, for you teach us that letting go doesnt mean a life full of regret but it is indeed gallant, indeed valiant.
Today the throne is empty. It is devoid of you, our little king, and there is no one as just, as fit to fill that space. The throne shall remain empty, but the throne shall rule. The mere throne will radiate you forever in far more ways than you ever imagined. And we will celebrate you, cherish you, be proud of you, live through you, in every moment - of joy, sorrow, doubt, clarity, contentment and peace. For you are a promise little Riaan.
Tears,
Hopie
