"My Dream about my late father" by Gerald24 2011/05/27 16:53
I always dreaming of my late late father when i was grade school up to my college day up to the present. But not all night when i was sleeping. When i started sleeping in the middle of the night he is always in my dream.
I shouted aloud and louder while out on the plain one day; The sounds scarry grew faint and fainter to my mind. Until it had died away from me. I shouted again and again with the tears of my eyes. My words had gone forever, they left no trace or track, but the hills nearby me caught up the cry and sent echo back.
I spoke a word with in anger to my one and only father, like a knife it cut him deeply. I ask him, papa why ? I ask him again and again; why papa ? Dont leave me, dont leave me. I shouted aloud and louder! I need you papa. But a wound that was hard to mend. That word, so thoughtlessly uttered of my heart.
I would could forget my father. But its echo lives and memory gives the hard time to forget my father. How can i forget my father if his always visit me in my dreams.
How many years has been passed, how many friends are lost. And theres so many things happen. Never go back to the passed. But by some unkind words spoken remind me of my father. But a words or deed of kindness of my father will stay forever a hundredfold. For it echoes again in my heart and carries a joy untold.
Then i woke up with tears of my eyes then i realize i'm only dreaming of my father died 15yrs ago.
This is my entry of ficfun nominees..
I always dreaming of my late late father when i was grade school up to my college day up to the present. But not all night when i was sleeping. When i started sleeping in the middle of the night he is always in my dream.
I shouted aloud and louder while out on the plain one day; The sounds scarry grew faint and fainter to my mind. Until it had died away from me. I shouted again and again with the tears of my eyes. My words had gone forever, they left no trace or track, but the hills nearby me caught up the cry and sent echo back.
I spoke a word with in anger to my one and only father, like a knife it cut him deeply. I ask him, papa why ? I ask him again and again; why papa ? Dont leave me, dont leave me. I shouted aloud and louder! I need you papa. But a wound that was hard to mend. That word, so thoughtlessly uttered of my heart.
I would could forget my father. But its echo lives and memory gives the hard time to forget my father. How can i forget my father if his always visit me in my dreams.
How many years has been passed, how many friends are lost. And theres so many things happen. Never go back to the passed. But by some unkind words spoken remind me of my father. But a words or deed of kindness of my father will stay forever a hundredfold. For it echoes again in my heart and carries a joy untold.
Then i woke up with tears of my eyes then i realize i'm only dreaming of my father died 15yrs ago.
This is my entry of ficfun nominees..
thanks for sharing 
thanks for the creativity
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