My father passed peacefully on January 10th 2021, Sunday at sunset
Tightly take my hand
Pull me to where you stand
Soothing and reassuring
A tightly twisted and entangled set of twins. One can not exist without the other. Like its brother, it has no end nor a beginning. It too has always been and will always live, but that is where their likeness ends.
When one is going down the other is pushing up
Why question the good if you don’t think about why something is happening. To be happy and grateful for the warmth and positive things in life are enough. Or is it?
Scared and unsure is a look I’ve never seen on him before
Infection and contagion are their life mission
My heart does not agree
It breaks at what has been shown
Savoring what lingers
In the air