He was always silent.

A serious man.

I don’t know what was inside his mind.

He was not like any other father in the world I know.

He was mysterious.

He shared just a little detail about his past life.

Some are lies and some are near to what is true.

Yesterday, we were opposite. 

Now, I am becoming like him.


–Becoming, 2018


  • Goldfinch60

    I too have become my Dad. Good words Jerricho.


    • Jerricho

      I know now how you felt it at first. Death is indeed a certainty in life.

      Thank you for the appreciation.


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