A FIRST HUG, A FOREVER LOVE

At just 18 weeks, his life was heartbreakingly short.
A fragile beginning that never had the chance to unfold.
Yet in that brief existence, he was surrounded by pure love.
His mother held him close, as if time itself had slowed.
In her arms, the world was quiet and gentle.
There were whispers of comfort only a mother can give.
Every breath he took was met with warmth and care.
Every moment carried meaning far beyond its length.
Though his time was limited, his presence was deeply felt.
He was not defined by how long he lived, but by how deeply he was loved.
In that sacred embrace, grief and love existed together.
A beginning and an ending written in the same breath.
No words can fully capture such a tender farewell.
Only the silence of memory remains, soft and unbroken.
His story lingers not in years, but in love itself.
A love that does not fade with time or distance.
A love that continues quietly, even after goodbye.
And in every heartbeat of remembrance, he is still held.
Forever a first hug. Forever a love that never ends.