06/10/2026
Dear Papa,
I was standing silent in the corner each day,
Holding all the words I longed to say.
Waiting for your eyes to open wide,
So I could stand forever by your side.
I held your hand through every night,
Praying to God with all my might.
Begging fate to spare your pain,
Hoping joy would bloom again.
When I walked beside you to the OT door,
I promised I would leave your side no more.
Through thick and thin, through dark and light,
I swore to stay and hold you tight.
I spoke to the doctor, he said, “All is well,”
So I held on tightly to that hopeful spell.
I waited to see your gentle smile,
To hear your laughter after a while.
But something cruel stood in our way,
And stole your precious life away.
Was it fate, or God’s own plan?
A mystery no heart can understand.
I cry so deeply now you are gone,
Each day feels empty, cold, and long.
My soul still reaches out to you,
Though this mortal body holds me through.
And all I pray when my time is done,
When my final journey has begun,
Is that my father will be standing there,
To welcome me home with loving care.
With Love
N.J Deol
