My Father

[Din-al-Islam]

This is a poetry from a person I love really much.. I really like this poetry..

I knew that I would never see him conscious again. So before the doctors placed my father on the life support machine, I deliberately lagged behind as my family left the room. As soon as my mother, brother, sister and husband stepped out the door, I turned and darted back to my father.
You see, I had something important to tell him. I had to tell him that I loved him.

I stroked his hand and whispered the words in his ear. I kissed him and then I had to leave him.

I've often agonized over that final moment. Did my father hear me? Did he know that I meant it with all of my heart?