A finger upon your forehead
A whisper..Dad goodbye
Until we meet again
Now I am free to cry.
I was too young
To understand your suffering
You were too young to die
That hospital room still haunts
In my memory
In minds eye.
Sometimes I am sentimental
When I think of you again
But find solace in the thought
You are free of pain.
For I love you more
As the years go by
What more can I say ?
But one thing always remains
Our love grows stronger
Day by day.