More than a year has
come and gone
Feels like
yesterday, he was just here…
But again, I have to
remind myself
He is no more, of
this world...
I miss hearing his
re-assuring, matured, deep voice,
It was always a
short conversation over the phone,
Yet it conveyed much
and seemed enough...
Who do I turn for
now, for such wisdom and words?
I miss asking him,
'How are you? What is new?'
He always seemed to
be able to cope with his pain,
Be it physical or
psychological,
Where do I get such
inspiration from now?
Memories fail me
already,
But some thoughts or
moments, are intact...
Times like… when I
was a kid and used to hold his hand,
Walk by his side,
and was called his replica...
Such pride he took
in me and such confidence he had...
Barely a day before
he parted...
He told me, he was
alright and would be fine,
Even though, I
think, he knew... That was end of line for him
In spite of all
these feelings and emotions,
I know of his
absence,
But mostly through
sensing pain from family members
Who were there to
experience his heart breaking departure
I feel his absence
(well, in sorts...)
I miss him, I have
accepted it too,
Yet it hasn't quite
sunk in, still…!!!
Even though more a
year has come and gone...
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Dearest Grand-dad - 14" x 17" - Acrylic on canvas
