The dawn of July 1st since 2008, has been one nerve racking experience to live through...
until 2007, that was the sweetest day that we, as married couple, could have cherished for..... the birth of our first child... on 1st july 1978...
July 1st.. the day, we can no longer make that happiness-filled call, to wish a happy birthday... the day, we can enjoy only re-living our memories.... of the day itself and all the subsequent days that followed for 29 years ... and the days that filled each and every year... memories die when they are not re-lived..... pleasant memories live as long as they are re-lived...
For one who just vanished from the scene in a flash, what thoughts can bring him back to our life...
The 1st of July..!
That day will come, no matter what…
Where can we go and show… our memories of
What this day brought to us, of joy, thrill and hopes…
What can we do to not face the day of 1st July!
That day will come, no matter what….
Where can we go and talk … our memories of
What celebrations we had.. .year after year… of love, happiness,
What can we do to not face the day of 1st July!
That day will come, no matter what…
Where can we go to hide…. our memories of
What emptiness this day brings each year and for how long….?
What can we do to not face the day of 1st July !.
That day will come, no matter what,
Where can we go and bury … our emotions, our fears, our sadness,
What this day will no longer mean to us and all who care… What can we do to not face the day of 1st July!
to you, my dear....
While our hearts yearn to see that smile on your face yet again,
While our hands stretch to hold yours that never seem to touch ours anymore,
While our eyes never go dry with your warm images we see as real,
While our senses tell us, all is over and only memories are real.
That day will come, no matter what… That brought the bundle of joy, our son, who now only live in us, Where can we go to roll back those happy yesteryears, yet
What can we do not to face the day of 1st July !.
Mohandas.
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While our hearts yearn to see that smile on your face yet again,
While our hands stretch to hold yours that never seem to touch ours anymore,
While our eyes never go dry with your warm images we see as real,
While our senses tell us, all is over and only memories are real.
That day will come, no matter what… That brought the bundle of joy, our son, who now only live in us, Where can we go to roll back those happy yesteryears, yet
What can we do not to face the day of 1st July !.
Mohandas.
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