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The Pure Soul


It was August 22nd, the night,
I was on my way to the flight,
To hold your hand, hug you tight,
But he took you away, took away my light

Hearing your last words filled with pride,
Unable to stop the tears slide,
You're being missed in every breathe of our life,
Our souls would forever remain tied

No one could be such a pure soul,
Touch so many lives with nothing but love,
Can't help but take a lonely stroll,
Down the path, with the void in my heart

Dadima, most of my life,
It's just been me & you there,
If only you were still here,
Helping me over all my fears

If you could see me now,
You would pat me on the back,
Guide me towards the right track,
Wish you could see me take my vows

I'm trying to make you proud,
Moving ahead with values you sowed,
I hope you're up there with
God, saying "That's my Kid!"

Comments

  1. Very touching... Your love and respect for dadima is unconditional...

    May her soul rest in peace.

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  2. they go without saying anything, not realizing how much they are missed everyday.
    lovely photograph. and such touching words.

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