You will be remembered
not for titles, nor for wealth,
but for the steady kindness
you gave in silent stealth.
You will be remembered
in the meals you quietly shared,
in the hands you held without a word,
just to show you cared.
You will be remembered
in laughter soft and low,
in every act of selfless love
we may never fully know.
You will be remembered
as a husband, strong and true,
whose presence calmed the storms of life,
whose love gently carried through.
You will be remembered
in the eyes of your child,
who saw in you a guardian,
so tender, wise, and mild.
You will be remembered
in the toys that still remain,
in a little girl’s sweet longing,
calling “Grandpa” once again.
You will be remembered
in the peace you tried to sow,
in every soul you lifted up,
expecting nothing in return but hope.
You will be remembered
in the silence we now keep,
in the prayers that rise like incense
while the living softly weep.
You will be remembered
as a light that did not fade,
but moved into the next life
on the merit you so humbly made.
- Manusha