Today would have been your 93rd mortal birthday Tatay Medes. The last strong grip of your hand before you closed your eyes forever. You are one with the Force now. Hasta pronto Papa. Te echo de menos. 💔. Here's a poem I wrote for you which is now a part of my published poems. I regret that you did not get to read my book. You who loved books so much. I wish.... If only....
(My father passed away 3 years ago. Today I am honouring him for what would have been his 93rd bday)
Empty
I have to wrap my mind around
The emptiness between us now.
Empty chairs, empty bed
In an empty house
Near an empty river bed.
Empty spaces in between
Empty words.
Empty laughters devoid of joy,
Empty eyes that once
Housed a brilliant mind.
Then like a ray of sunshine,
In your world of gloom,
A moment of lucidity,
Perhaps a precursor of doom?
A smile of understanding,
A worried frown
A lingering concern
For one you love so much.
How fragile the mind is,
How often hope is lost,
How often does the bell toll,
And for whom?
~Estelle~
October 16, 2019
