What’s In A Dream?

Your face –

That certain smile.

Your eyes –

They close in rapture when you laugh.

Did I tell you that I still miss your stories?

Those days when you recall everything.

And I am always inspired listening.

Now and then,

I dream of you –

And I wish we were together again.

I always love to ruffle your hair.

The white strands

So smooth to the touch.

I let my fingers touch your face again.

Only,

It’s your photograph.

(A tribute to Dad on his 11th death anniversary).

 

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