In the hazy passages of memory,
I catch glimpses of you, Dad,
A fleeting figure covered in warmth,
A touch, a smile, a voice.

Your presence, your whispers in my heart.
I've been guided through the shadows,
We've shared so many beautiful moments,
In my soul's vault now, treasures.

I'm holding onto tiny bits of laughter,
Of stories woven in love and time,
A bond that's not broken by distance,
We are still bound by an invisible thread.

As the years begin to bloom like petals,
I'm still holding on to the essence of you.
A beacon of strength in my journey,
A legacy of perseverance and grace.

Although I can't see your physical shape,
Your spirit is dancing in the breeze,
A constant companion in my solitary life,
A reminder of the love's enduring embrace.

On the canvas of my life,
You're a brush stroke of tenderness,
A palette of colors that are painting my world,
A masterpiece of memories that are forever remembered, those beautiful memories.
© Simrans
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