My Dad

It is a feeling of 10/11 years old boy on his father's death.

                                         My Dad

                                         I played with him.

                                         I walked with him.

                                         I learned from him.

                                         He was my mate, my friend,

                                         he was a source of inspiration.

                                         I shared with him my joys,

                                         laughters and tears.

                                         He enjoyed my jokes,

                                         laughed with me and

                                         wiped out my tears.

                                         He hugged me, kiss me and

                                          wandering his fingers in my hairs.

                                          He was a shelter, a support

                                          and a courage for me.

                                          Now all is lost, Dad where are you,

                                          Without you, I would be lost.


                                                                        by RAISA SARVAT