Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
Its all so fresh- your words, your voice
Wasn’t it only yesterday –
You spoke of your haircut,
Of your phone, of how you didn’t like either?
Wasn’t it only yesterday –
You spoke of your fear
Of the pain
That you wouldn’t make it through?
Yet we went ahead
Why?
Was it I who asked you to
Or was it you?
Was it the Doctors who coaxed you
or was it me?
It’s all so blurred now
I’m confused-
They’re not telling
And you’re not here
To ask
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At this moment I am unable to articulate and post an appropriate comment. I know the feeling you expressed in the poem, one of anguish and confusion atf the departure of a loved one. I can only echo the words of Saul Bellow that you have posted. Maybe you can find solace in the words of Robert Frost ‘In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on’.
A great tribute to your father, Smitha. A beautiful poem penned and may his Soul Rest in Peace. You take care and God give you enough strength.
Thank you Kamal for your prayers and warm words🙏
You are always welcome dear Smitha can understand the pain of losing a father but he is always there with you in spirit. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Kamal your words are always a source of comfort. Thank you so much.🙏
You are always welcome dear Smitha. Love and light to you.
Prayers for strength and peace for you 🙏
🙏thanks Pragalbha
Oh my dear, I am so very sorry. You will miss him every day of your life. May love surround you, you have been through such an ordeal these past few months.
Thank you Jo for your warm words. Its been tough. Just praying for strength. I know dad would want me to be strong for my girls.
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