Father.
Who are you?
Where are you?
You died when I was five.
It left a hole.
In my life.
It pierced my heart
I wish you were still alive.
In snapshots, left behind.
You laughed, and you smiled.
You held me close in your arms.
You and I.
You and mom.
I see old photographs.
I wish I knew you.
Do you wish you knew me?
I'm told that I like my tea the way you do.
We both love chopped scallions in our savoury pancakes.
That I have your forehead.
And your internalization of emotions.
I inquire to know more.
Know that I miss you.
I think of you daily.
Love you, dad.
About the Creator
NJ
A creative soul at heart. Truth, love and compassion influence my creativity in the form of writing, painting, and living life.
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