Years later......

Years before;
a heavy, big palm,
resting on the tiny
plant of his own seed,
feasted at the sight of
rising and falling
of yet tiny breaths!

Years later;
Its past mid night,
lights are on;
fan above is restless,
so is my breath;
I open my eyes,
to figure out that
I slept with an open book
resting against my chest;
the pages of which
his fingers so fondly flipped..
Burning tears fail
to reach the cheek
as my heart yells,
"Dad, I miss you..."