I see him everyday
Hung on a wall, inside a frame
I see him everyday
I see him everywhere
In flowers, in stars, in children and old men
I see him everywhere
I miss him every hour
While talking, while joking, while reading and writing
I miss him every hour
I stopped fearing death
The day he bade goodbye and turned to burnt ashes
I stopped fearing death
I am moving towards the horizon
Where I see him walking away
Getting smaller and smaller each day
I see him everyday
Your Father was surely a good man. Your poem is beautiful tribute to a man loved much. Thank you for your comments concerning my poems. I always appreciate the encouragement. Have a blessed New Year.
Thank you, Aaron! I have read all your poems and like them much.
Aww such a touching elegy like poem for your father as you have creatively enframed him in poem in a great poetic thoughtful way. Kudos to your poetry woww. pleez do comment/review my newest poem too, titled, Dream Holiday places
Thank you for reading my poem and commenting! Yes, I will definitely read your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Father, I see him everyday, and the last stanza shows the reality of all memories: Getting smaller and smaller everyday. Good one
Thank you again! I read and enjoy your poems too!