The fresh absence when a
Father dies,
Loudness of the vacuum..
No one wants to sit on his
Chair.
The air tries to occupy
The void after a few days.
Muffled sounds and feeble
Brush of music.
The first sweets prepared
After his demise, and
For the first time your mother
Hesitantly smiles.
One afternoon, your son would
Sit on that chair and
Years later, his grandson
Shall forget his
Great grandfather's name.
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