In the attic of my mind, a treasure chest does lie,
Filled with bygone forgotten memories of days gone by.

Those moments i cherished, the dreams i did weave,
All locked away, forever to be saved.

In that treasure chest of my mind, a keepsake of love,
Where the memories of life are sent from above.

The modesty and the schism, the laughter and those fears,
All preserved in this treasure chest of mine, for years.

I still preserve the good times, the moments profound,
And let go of the rest, without a strife.

© Aneemkp
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For me harking back those moments is always nostalgic.Those family vacations & celebrations we had. Those dinner parties we had with family friends & relatives. In every six months he took time to go on treks with family and friends is so memorable. There are lot more about him which cannot be written just like that. Every moment with him was a learning to me. I don't know why? But between three kid's he was very close to me.And he named me his little angel. Whenever I went out with him during those short shopping trips to market.He used to comb my hair, spray the deo, straighten up my little frock and tied the shoe lace. As I grew up as a teen. He was the one who supported me to choose my career. After some years he started to scold me to stop being a Scapegoat to your elder brother and younger sister. Which galling and sadly out of my humble nature I am still today. So every second I miss him & those positive & practical advice.I recall, My dad was a ardent fan of cricket and listening music on radio.Radio was his constant companion. Maybe that was his way to uplift his mood from daily troubles.He laughed a lot and was a friendly helpful man. Despite being a cheerful personality. Among all this my mother's illogical stupid mistakes annoyed him too. And he always was extremely against my mother displaying her anger on her kids.He bequeathed his enlightening guidance to me in his death bed too. And told me to take care of my mother.Which i am doing till date. In his death, he somehow taught me even more about life & relations. His last words to me were “Just be a humble & good person towards every living being, everything else will fall into place”.Thus, whenever I feel I am wandering, whenever I feel like I need a shoulder to weep, I daily & every moment take a trip down those memory lane and indulge in those childhood pleasant or sentimental memories spent with my dad. I commemorate each of those funny moment. I feel that sensation of his being there along with me even now.Is some feeling i cannot express. So i memorialize my dad every single second and celebrate every day as father's day.

To my beloved father, happy Father's Day in Heaven! My heart aches for your presence, but I know that you're looking down on us with a smile. Thank you for all the memories and lessons that you've left me with.

Family is not about blood,
It’s about who is willing to hold your hand when you need it the most.It’s about who is there for you through thick and thin,And who will always love you, no matter what.It’s about who is there to listen to you when you need to talk,
And who will always be there for you, no matter what.Like you all my dear friends here in writco.So all cherish your every family member.

© Aneemkp