The years have amounted to thirteen

Thoughts and feelings were then still teen

Not cherishing what can be seen

Only realizing what could have been

A cup of tea, a cigarette and a book

Seated there at your usual spot

Those wonderful dishes you used to cook

None can replicate what's in that pot

That mysterious and expressionless look

Perhaps the reason that I have got

Even though you have been took

Memories and moments we never forgot

It's been 13 years and you're still missed... Dad!

We sometimes get under the weather

As though we're about to wither

And allow ourselves to rather

Let feelings and emotions smother

All the life choices that we gather

Did we choose this from the other

At times we wonder whether

Perhaps did we even bother

To realise there's always another

Be here and now, free as a feather

The intensity of every stroke

Gliding along the invisible line

Feeling an occasional poke

As those lines begin to redefine

Thoughts and emotions spoke

As the body starts to define

A mutual connection awoke

So indescribable and divine

This special bond ain't no joke

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