A Siren’s Call
In the hushed corridors of time, a poignant truth unfurls,
Tomorrow’s whispers falter, for my daughter’s essence swirls.
Her laughter, a fleeting melody, echoes in the hollows,
A symphony of love, a serenade that follows.
Barcelona beckons, its streets alive with vibrant hues,
Gaudi’s dreams and the sea’s gentle blues.
Dropping everything, time bends to our will,
For in this fragile moment, the world stands still.
Each step on cobbled streets is a dance with fleeting time,
Grief and beauty entwined, a bittersweet rhyme.
In the embrace of Catalonia’s sun-kissed shore, I savor the kind,
So with the fragments of today, beautiful Barcelona in my mind.
Drew Frederic