My childhood flashes across my mind, <br />How everyone at home was so kind. <br />Whenever I would fall sick <br />And vacantly stare at the window sill. <br /> <br />My father would quietly sit on my bed, <br />And put his warm hand on my forehead, <br />And softly ask me how I was <br />And kindly reassure me this too shall pass. <br /> <br />But now he is no more. <br />He is never going to walk through that door. <br />That’s life, we have to go on, <br />And let go and not forever mourn. <br /> <br />Oh yes they will forever live in my heart <br />As if never ever had to part.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-223/
