One Last Poem To One Of My Nearest & Dearest by Shelby B Larson
[[Sonic Character: Warm bright wood tones of guitar and grandmother's rocker in sunshine, brilliant silver of violin like joy made audible, earth-grounded percussion like dancing bare feet on soil, voice like laughter shared between old souls, finger cymbals like light catching wind chimes, nature sounds like spring morning, reverb creating sacred grove celebration not somber space, moments of silence like catching breath between dances, every sound honoring hippie joy and grandmother warmth, folk authenticity with infectious energy]]
One Last Poem To One Of My Nearest & Dearest by Shelby B Larson
[[Sonic Character: Warm bright wood tones of guitar and grandmother's rocker in sunshine, brilliant silver of violin like joy made audible, earth-grounded percussion like dancing bare feet on soil, voice like laughter shared between old souls, finger cymbals like light catching wind chimes, nature sounds like spring morning, reverb creating sacred grove celebration not somber space, moments of silence like catching breath between dances, every sound honoring hippie joy and grandmother warmth, folk authenticity with infectious energy]]
Lyrics
Your absence does not diminish your worth.
Your final moment does not rewrite your life.
And listen, soul-sister—
I do not need you to be different than you were.
Not then.
Not now.
I do not stand here wishing you rewritten,
rescued, remade, or returned.
I hold you as the field held you:
light and ache,
strength and softness,
all the ways you tried to stay.
My love has never asked you to become someone else.
It didn’t when you were here,
and it doesn’t now that you’ve crossed
that quiet threshold of elsewhere.
I hold you whole—
exactly as you were,
exactly as you are—
without conditions,
without correction,
without a single piece of you needing to be anything other
than the truth you always carried.
Because some souls are not loved for what they do—
they are loved for what they are.
And you, Bree…