Last year this day, my dad had suddenly left us. A year has gone by and just too soon. It’s unbelievable where all the time goes. His absence doesn’t seem to be real even for a second. It just always feels like he is around, and I’ll see him soon. The latter must be true but in another sense of the term.
And, here’s what I think he may be up to right now:
In the garden of eternal bliss Squatting in your little corner Busily you inspect the blooming bud Fluffy white clouds whisper into your ears Disapprovingly you wave your hands Your very own characteristic way Lessons in gardening is not what you need They don’t know it – the fluffy white clouds Little fairies hover around you Their playfulness you always seek Radiant bees and dazzling butterflies Gleaming caterpillars and lustrous lady bugs Cheerfully hang around here and there Ramifying into a full-grown iridescent flower The blooming bud twinkles and beams Smiling away from the corner of your lips Your very own characteristic way It’s time to go look for the pond Where the rainbow shimmers day and night The exuberant golden fish eagerly awaits It’s time to share, time to debate Your very own characteristic way
Seasons of Life! 