
In the twinkle of March's wintered end,Â
Liam's journey did begin, a spirit so free,Â
Two dummies in hand, a comfort, a shield,
In the quiet, away from prying eyes,Â
His innocence, a secret garden, unconcealedÂ
To a mother's heart, where true love lies.
By his cot, with a tender touch,Â
Twirling hair, giggles in the air,Â
His laughter, a melody, meaning so much,Â
A bond so special, beyond compare.
A curious mind, a fixer of things,Â
From heaters to hearts, with love he'd mend,Â
A child of dreams, on imagination's wings,Â
Creating worlds, where joy would blend.
To his grandma's house, a weekend retreat,Â
Believing every child shared this grace,Â
In coffee shops, with elders he'd meet,Â
A young soul, an old soul's face.
An electrician in heart, early signs did show,Â
From bathroom lights to life's tangled wires,Â
His hands worked magic, a soft, steady glow,Â
Fueling dreams, igniting fires.
A hustle, a laugh, friends by the score,Â
Testie, they called, a nickname so fond,Â
A life of stories, adventures galore,Â
Of which every heart grew incredibly fond.
A craftsman, a jester, a seeker of truths,Â
Conspiracies, philosophies, the universe vast,Â
In pubs, in homes, his vibrant youthÂ
Echoed in memories, forever to last.
For Liam, a soul not bound by the earth,Â
A beacon of joy, of love, and mirth,Â
In every heart, his spirit finds rebirth,Â
A legacy of laughter, immeasurable worth.
Now, as we gather, hearts heavy with sighs,Â
We celebrate Liam, under shared skies,Â
For in our love, his spirit never dies,Â
A journey not ended, but in the stars, he flies.
Julia Ball
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