haiku — remembering dad
riding his shoulder
lifting him on my shoulders
tough transfer of weight
As a child when I used to hug my father, my arms were not long enough to encircle his broad chest completely. As the years passed by, my circle around him grew and I got used to the warm and cushioning effect of his body.
Then a day came when I hugged him for that last time. Feeling his ribs against my chest and the shallowness of his breath I just sensed that the time has come to let him go. As I pressed further against him I realized that my arms were encircling him more than fully. At that point, I wished if I could melt into him or him into me. Don’t know what happened that day, but as of today I feel very full and sometimes even overflow.