He diced with death one summer’s day;
Left all his kids alone to play.
Transformed himself to cold, blue steel,
That dreamy day that seemed surreal.
Loud tears were shed and hearts were torn;
My mum and sisters wept on lawn.
Nostalgically, they did survey
The greenest grass my dad did lay.
From time they put him in the ground
Was silent; I made not one sound.
They told me, “There’s no shame, just weep.”
But all my grief I buried deep
I stowed it, till we\'d meet some day
Beyond the Moon and Milky Way.
For then, I’d shake him by the hand
And say, “Dear dad, I understand.”