Those Beautiful, Marvelous Clouds

He was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans She was watching him with a real enthusiasm He was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past She was undecided if she should hug him softly, one more time It was painful to watch her dear father so distant and unmindful She was ready to hold him with all her warmth, her nonstop chattering To her surprise, he then looks her in her eyes and said,“my little girl,listen to me“ “Close your eyes and imagine a moment with me, the happiest moment.” She closed her eyes, and silence everywhere as if there was no more need of talking or asking questions After a while, she heard the polite familiar voice, “Got it? Would you like to share it with me, cutie pie?” She was hesitant, cleared her throat, and asked, “Should I tell you my precious moment, Baba?” “Indeed,” he replied. “When I am with you, I feel like I am traveling fast through clouds. Beautiful, marvelous clouds!” She opened her eyes They were traveling through the impeccable clouds! Only he was distant and far away, The sadness of time let the little girl withered away. She closed her eyes again And blindfolded dreams were rushing to her To find another brief moment eventually. “Could you open up the eyes, please?” A voice whispered She was too afraid to do so. She was distant and absent-minded She was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past. And coincidentally, he was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans.