My Father Poem by Jaishree Nair

My father -man of few words,
lovable he was for most,
insisted on the best for us
his two little princesses.

Freedom he trusted us with,
values he taught us many,
lavished love on us unconditionally,
his treasures-his two daughters.

Forgiving he was always
forgetting we were always
he sacrificed many great needs;
to grant us very small joys.

He gave us the best,
we gave him the least,
took him for granted
never inquired what he wanted.

we were busy trying to live,
forgot that he too had a life to live,
never sought to peep into his heart
didn't bother to satisfy his lack.

Time flew quickly,
Came the Dreadful day
just fever -slight
Fatal? never thought.

Hospitalized he had to be
pneumonia had taken root
ignored his pleas to be taken home
little guessing that his end was near.

Gesturing, he blessed us dear,
his beseeching eyes followed us near,
that LOOK imprinted in our hearts forever;
we stood there helpless and distraught!

The ultimate truth of all
DEATH -prised him away from us
The battle was tough
but in the end death won.

All we can do now
Lament and repent
for time not spent with him
when he was hale and hearty

OH! My Father! dear father,
hope your soul is at peace now
in a place where only serenity prevails.