bubbles

we miss you so much it hurts.

wish you were here papa. wish you were here…

a father’s wish

quietly he slipped from the face of the earth
almost on his twilight, but never reached his epitome.
with dismay he entered the door to eternity,
constantly looking back at the subtle footprints
he had left behind.

no longer will he feel her touch, nor her kiss
whenever the sun rises from its deep slumber.
nor will he listen to her tales,
about life and other daily grind of things
missing it as it unfolds right before his eyes.

no longer will he hear the child-like laughter and teases
of his precious ones, all grown-up and with a life of their own.
unable to wipe their tears, to hear their woes
to answer their questions on life, on love
that he himself did not see.

his thoughts he failed to say,
his love he failed to show
all because of the unkindness of life, of fate.
but his love never died in spite of his demise.
and if only his love can turn back the hands of time,
he’d scream from his soul, express from his heart
his life, his heart, his being — he’d offer it to them.
if only he can… if only.

@—->—–
*for papa
by tinetine
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