Sitting in the dark in my parlour
Thinking...
Its two days before my father past sixteen years ago
It should be a Friday sixteen years ago
But its a Thursday today.
What was the Friday like?
I can not remember
But that was the day he was rushed to hospital
The day I saw him last
That I remember
Have I moved on?
I dont think so
Because I dont feel so
Because I still miss him...
I still dream of him...
I still feel...
The Pain.
We was best friends...you see
You cant understand.
Sixteen years now and still
It feels like yesterday.
I miss you dad...
And I...
Will always love you.
Dedicated to my dad Engineer Hyacinth Felix Chukwuma (HFC) Ezediuno.
who past on Sunday the 24th,1999.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem