It's the nose that I have
It's the voice that I missed
It's the hand that I kissed
It's the mouth that create laughs
It's the face that brings joy
It's the eyes that watch by
He's the one who gave love
He's the one whom I loved
Mocha skinned, tall and tough
Sometimes fierce, but not that rough
And even if he was, those were the past
Which he then repented, and no longer robust
Half of me is him, with him gone
Half of me is gone, gone to the heavens above
Gone, but not forever lost
Gone, to be reunited by the force
Much more powerful than your boss!
He's gone, to make me stronger
To make me realize,
To make me better,
To make me grow up,
To make me appreciate
Of all the love in this world
And the hereafter.
Aanya, 18th Feb 2012
*in memories of my late father, Shamsudin b. Mohd Ismail, 16/03/1951 - 23/09/2004*
Al-Fatihah..
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