cataract woes
she still has dreams
in her cloudy eyes
cataract woes
she still has dreams
in her cloudy eyes
childhood…
I keep going there
in my dreams
free as a bird
the kite soars…..
so close to the sun
That is the beauty of life
You still live on mom and dad
In my blood… and
In the blood of my children
Long after you are gone
in the attic
my grandfather’s diary
holding family secrets
will dad catch me
the little girl was fearful but
she jumped anyways
on my birthday
I look at you both with affection
my sisters
a reminiscent
of my parent’s existence
a constant reminder
that we were born
of the same love
between two people
who no longer stay
in the mortal world
your tiny feet…I can still hear them
running on the cold stone floors
of our old home
and those eyes …looking up to me
from every direction
but
now
I dont know when you come and go out of the house
I pine to spend time with you my baby
but i guess
you are a man now
so fly
make your own world
and leave me with the memories
of the glorius bygone days
my thoughts of you
haunt me
I trace my memories
to the good times
you made me have
as a child
you were always
the better parent
Dad
love this moment
it’s mine forever and forever
i shall live it to the fullest