Memories Comments

'My father would quietly sit on my bed, And put his warm hand on my forehead, ' very touchy, very famaliar memory.

Its really something which we all feel and mourn.But this is life.It does not stop for anyone.It just continues with its natural speed and we have to get accustomed to its changing nature.A very good poem full of those soft memories which have bcome part of our life.

wow I almost cried. This was really good.