Call My Name, Daddy

I am so accustomed to hear your voice Daddy!
“Ro!”
Never to be forgotten...
The most powerful syllable, only if spoken by you Daddy!
Like my childhood‘kirtans’ marinated with the rhythm of your harmonium
I can still hear your voice Daddy!
“Ro!”
It plays deep in me
“Take care; God bless you; have a safe flight... Bye”
Your last words; my Armour to walk strong in the remaining days of my life
I so want to hear your voice Daddy!
“Ro!”
Realms apart, restless and void,my gist searches
Begging for a chance to catch you when you took your last breath
I need to hear your voice Daddy!
“Ro!”
In our hearts your name is written with tears of Joy
‘Daffodils shall dance’ everlastingly in the memory of earth’s golden boy!
I live to hear your voice Daddy!
“Ro!”
Verbosity; they tell me, is my middle name
But today, all I desire to see is you standing at my room’s door with that usual bowl of grog and call my name!
“Ro! Ro! Ro!”
The skies of the 15th of November; ‘greyer’than your hair
Mum sobs the days and many nights in agony she will lay
Wini hides her pain physically labouring night and day
Poonam with her grief thousands of miles away
Bablu in agonising silence has started to pray
Fiona weeps; no longer that jovial Blue jay
As for me!
I hide in the blanket of the night; without my earthly shepard- I feel astray..
Call me just one more time Daddy!
“Ro!”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Atputharajah Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 2:57 AM
Father portrayed as a shepherd. A truly expressive poem that speaks to our hearts and stirs up feelings of genuine love.
Goff Avatar
June 7, 2017 at 7:53 PM
I lost my dad 12yrs ago, Rohini...I was fortunate to be by his side when he took his last, halting breath...seconds prior, he waved me close & whispered "take care of your mom, jamesy" I have...2 strokes (recovered, new heart valve & hip) fragile, but she's ok...loving poem...jim
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