Pappa, I hate you for leaving without a word, Vanishing from our lives, your voice unheard.
I hate you for departing with that gentle smile, Soaring away, leaving us in denial.
I hate you for the memories which bring tears,
Feeding our sorrow, amplifying our fears.
I hate you for not allowing us to bid you,
a farewell before your last breath,
Departing swiftly, leaving us bereft.
I hate you for concealing your final trip's plan,
Leaving us to grapple, to understand.
Yet, Pappa,
We miss your tender care,
Your laughter, your games,
the love we'd share.
In our hearts, your memory remains,
A guiding light through sorrow's rains.
Though anger and love intertwine, We cherish the moments when you were mine.
Rest in peace, dear Pappa,
as we find our way,
Holding you in our hearts,
every single day...
