Searched all places where I can find
memoirs of past and let it rewind,
When I started seeing you in albums a lot,
Your smile ,your face, I never forgot !
As a kid, Your absence haunted me most,
I asked, I frown and sometimes shout !
Where’s papa ? And why he’s gone ?
Aged three, unaware of my own loss,
I believed none till Mumma explained;
“He is called by God, for special reason,
He won’t come back, in life’s any season”.
I understand now why I cried a lot.
Felt so odd, when people asked,
Where’s your Papa ? How is He ?
Pained Like a dagger in chest,
Being a child I always cried !
Losing toys, I understood life’s apseity,
Because We’ve to sell’em to skip adversity.
I understood how daily needs fulfilled?
It’s Mumma who sprints the wheel.
I missed you when I win competition,
How eagerly I wanted to have your reaction !
Leaving us so early made Mumma to prove,
Handling Relations, Life and Money.
Mumma always smiled, never complained a bit,
Taught us your message , “Winners never Quit”.
Today as world celebrates Father’s day,
I wish I send my words into your way !
Papa, I miss you each and everyday,
And I know you’re listening me,
As I remember you, it rained today.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane right away,
I’d walk right up to Heaven alone
And bring you again home.
Dear Papa, We miss you much.
(c) mjwords 2016