…The dream of a Heavenly view… Are you… to be left behund…?

A poem about life without my dad.

Impending death, not too be weak but strong, there is only peace.

Ramalingam Subramaniam left this comment on one of my poems:
"Nothing in our hands.we can only do our duty.Whether children will have the same passion as we have or will they overtake us ,really we don’t know; Nothing in our hands.it is with the Almighty." It came to me that this is how I felt after my mother’s death, and I wrote this poem.

Statements that I’ve told myself when I was feeling low about myself.

This is one of my favorites. I wrote it after I realized that my parents we’re getting a divorce.