You never had the privilege to be called father, For it was a title reserved for the one who art in Heaven His kingdom called, you answered and departed Even in my sadness, still Hallowed be thy name

 

I was forced to leave and rushed on an iron bird To take off to a sky, which would soon divide us As its wings carved its path through the thick and white clouds I watched the distance grow with a wrenching heart

 

It was hard enough that I did not have a chance to say goodbye But, little we knew, it was an unspoken and unforeseen adieu I know there’s exists no comfort to alleviate your absence  Yet, I might have found solace in kissing you goodbye

 

I never saw you smile, as you did not see me cry While I lived on missing you, it is only now that I can feel and sympathize with your trenching pain and sufferance I knew then what it felt like for a child to miss his father, & still do

 

It’s only today, a father myself, telling your grandchildren of you can I empathize in ways, which until now, I simply imagined All the pain and sadness you had endured by my departure Although you had always known that it was by no choice of mine

 

Yet time and the distance never brought consolation to your heart As I look at my own children, the joy and pride they bring me  it often breaks my heart to remember how fate by my hands, destroyed yours

 

Yours is a soul, too early taken A last breath inhaled into a chest, protected refuge of a loving heart A heart, which had in my absence, palpitated its last beat   I will never embrace, as I endure the rest of my life Another creature who could love as you did  

 

Papa, what was the hurry?   Was your presence in Heaven so urgent to overlook the pain and sufferance your departure would cause among us?  Not too soon will it ever be the day again where I can hold your hand