Dear Papa

I miss your presence when I go out,

The confidence you'd instil, without a doubt,

Your guidance on those platforms and roads,

Now I journey alone, with the strength you've sowed.

"Beta, what if I won't be there," you'd say,

Yet, I'm learning to navigate life's way.

Scared, but I have no other choice,

I carry your words, and in them, I rejoice.

I remember your voice calling my name,

Your gentle annoyance is always the same.

Our talks about nothing, the laughter and lessons,

In my heart, those remain as cherished possessions.

You'd tell me the importance of family ties,

And now, without you, I realize,

How much I miss your presence, your love,

Your guidance and restrictions are sent from above.

It feels like yesterday, those post-dinner strolls,

The warmth of your fingers, the stories you'd extol.

About my childhood, those tales you'd share,

I'd trade my life to have you back and care.

To chat with you more, to hold your hand tight,

But in my heart, you're a beacon of light.

You may be gone, but your love will remain,

In every memory and the lessons, I gained.