40 days ...

It's 40 days since you're gone,
this morning i watched the dawn,
whispering my little prayer,
hope you like it up there,
hope someday again we'll share tea and scone.

enjoy and rest well, papa ...
please do let mama and tante S know that I miss them so

Papa...

I remember those days when,
for hours we watched those videos of swordsmen.
The days when i was the luckiest little girl,
carried on your back for a fun whirl,
you were my hero back then.

Years and miles away today,
they just said you've gone away,
the world just stood still awhile,
and agony crept like a reptile,
with memories as sweet as sundae.

why didnt we get to say goodbye, papa...