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Losing someone we hold very dear to our hearts can be very tough. Letting go of someone mentally - can be like climbing the Everest all in itself.
Losing someone we hold very dear to our hearts can be very tough. Letting go of them physically can be done in a matter of hours but letting go of someone mentally – trying to detach yourselves from all the moments, the thoughts and memories – can be like climbing the Everest all in itself.
Papa…
Wish Heaven had a phone call
I will ask God
Why He took you away
And why between us, there is a wall
I will ask Him to make me talk to you once
Don’t know when I will hear your voice again
Will I be able to speak up or not
I fear if you still remember me or forgot
It will rip me apart if you don’t recognize me
But I know I’m always in your heart and you can never hurt me
You will call my name, you will cry
Helpless me, just wish I could fly
My name on your lips will take all my pain away
How I wish I could hug you straight away
I will fight with you for leaving us alone
No excuses no reasons
The only thing we want is
Please come back home
Home is not the same without you
Every wall, every corner calls only you
The garden looks for those hands
Who used to touch its grass and sit on the land
We promise we won’t feed you again, those oats
And all your favourite delicacies will be on your plate
I will tell you your ‘little one’s’ mischiefs
Sharing it with you will give me some relief
You will cherish to know how naughty they are
They hear your stories through us
Watch your videos, wipe my tears
But wonder where you are
Sometimes they look up in the sky and smile
Then I know you were here all this while
Showering your blessings on us
As I know you also miss us
Every night I try to find you in the stars
But I can’t find you in the Moon or even Mars
They are only bright and light
But you are our hearts’ delight
I will tell you how much we miss you
You went away, so so far
No one can take us there
Tell me if there is any wonder plane, shuttle or car?
I will apologize to you for hurting you
For those injections and pills I gave you
For all the times I didn’t listen to you
And most of all, for not being able to save you
I will tell you, how much guilt I’m living in
I write, I laugh, I travel just to forget everything
But back home, it’s still the same
Every single thought takes me to the flash trail
Left only are the triggers of unforgettable memories
And a hope to meet you in my dreams
We miss your laughter, your humor
Your love, your aura, your simplicity, your care
Pray you live happily and healthy now whenever you are
I will ask you, if now you are at peace
Hope no more doctors and no more drips
I will ask you if you miss us
Or have your new friends replaced us
I will tell the angels what you love to eat
So that now you get some delicious feast
I will ask you to protect us from above
We always need your guidance and love
I would have never let you hang up the call…
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