It's all the scattered memories
that tend to surface at times unexpected.
In some sense, living in those memories
feels like ages ago, like some distance star
far away, dimly glowing out there.
But other times the feelings rise that feel so close,
as if I haven't been nine years without his presence.
Sometimes time doesn't seem to have order;
it flits and meanders in and out of lives.
Time within or time without,
Dad is with me in heart and soul.
I feel often like his goodness is what seeps
out of me when I do the right thing.
Surely, it's not my own strengths,
but the wisdom he left me in my heart,
acting out as it should,
as he would.
And he would smile at that.
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