Left with a drum beat & Triplets, that’s baby times three

Samanths's voice was my solace as the journey took flight, Too swiftly, I thought, craving the stillness of night. A loop of thoughts ensnared me, a psychedelic bind, A common tale for those of the tripping kind. My stubborn mind's traffic, in a ceaseless array, Yielded at last to a drum's rhythmic play: Bump Bum – Bump Bum, Bump Bum – Bump Bum, A tempo that beckoned, to its beat I succumb. In the drum's deep vibrations, an unborn brother's plea, "I'm struggling to stay, though I cannot see. Our sister may need this heart's steady beat, To save her one day, make her life complete." With clarity's dawn, the apparition took flight, Leaving behind a message from the edge of night.In the silence that followed, a promise was made, A vow to the night, where no light would fade. For the heart that beats in the sister’s chest, Is the drum that will guide her on her quest. The journey’s not over, it’s only begun, With the rise of the stars and the setting sun. And Sam’s voice will echo, in the whispers of time, A solace, a memory, in this life’s grand design.