A speck of blue turban
in a sea of unfamiliar faces
and i knew i was home.
Tall , majestic, greying
and eyes that breathed
compassion
attending to everyones needs
simultaneously
lending an ear here
and a hand there
hands broad knuckled, gentle
patted aberrant babies to sleep
mended broken toys
wrote countless documents
turned pages ; held hands
lifted babies ;fixed leaking taps
chopped onions
and prayed
brow ever so white
and pure
a smile ever so genuine
a laughter ever so true
a speech ever so profound
a heart ever so full of
love and warmth
whence forth the time materialised
to help grandchilren with their home work
to help grand mother in the kitchen
to make family videos
to assist grown up sons in their paper work
in their family
to arrange for weddings and funerals
to never forget any birthday or anniversary
to give and give some more
To be there for everyone
to be transformed into a real ,
breathing benediction ; an angel
in human form
to depart
when everyone
is fast asleep
a pat here; a sheet gently pulled
there
a softly spoken goodbye
that is how
the man who i call
my father
lived
and died.
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