Sunday, 20 January 2013

I love you dad.


I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep,
In hospital, [he'd not come home] with tears my eyes did weep,
“I love you dad”
Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied
“I......love......you......too......son”
THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died.

With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close.
He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose,
But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love,
We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above.