I know you are in the underworld,
And yet I still feel you right here,
It's like you never left this world,
As our mannerisms are so similar.
Somedays I close my eyes,
Just hoping for a dream,
To get a good look at you and
For one last time to see you smile.
I think of your wisdom, your last words
On how life was becoming more expensive,
To save and work while able bodied.
The memories seep from my veins,
Create illusions of you that I see,
Almost so vividly as though you are in front of me.
You may be deceased, but you are always right here with me.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Beautiful poem Sid.
What a beautiful tribute to your Dad ❤️
They always seem to nearby, if only they could give a sign. Every day I wonder if something will alert us of those gone. Memory still helps. Hope he gets the message. Hugs.
What a nice heart touching tribute to your dad. Hang in there!
This was a touching and beautiful tribute to your dad. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Awe godless you love. I know it hurts, I hope you get that dream soon 🙏🦋💙🦋