Old as I am
the feeling attacks,
Strangles my heart and
jails the beloved mind
As memories began
ticking by the hands of time
with sounds as the dark snores
It were memories I had with father
though was young
but his touch is still old
it wakes me up in such nights
even now with his absence
there go years passed by
but these nights,
stood they stand
and so much sorrow builds
but the relief of no more tears,
is what I hold and cherish,
and off I go to bed
His touch and memory will be haunting you, because you don't want to forget it.It's so loving! Anele, great!
People say that Time is the real remedy to heal our unseen wounds, but why the memory of our loved ones hurts us again and again? ? No one knows the answer. Good poem! !
its very great in feel...the emotion behind the words flow thr the lines making it more special to a father and his warmth....unconditional love that pours out of his heart for his younger one.............once again you proved pen is mighty...but this it has a soul! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grief chsels faces in stone... very good poem.