For evermore…

A gentle breeze flowed,
Trees swayed.
A car drives down a road,
The memory frayed.

The father spots a secluded shop,
Bamboo sticks tied together.
Dresses hung up on makeshift shelves,
The family emerged out of the car in windy weather.

The father buys his little princess,
A beautiful pink flowy dress,
Adorned with big gray flowers,
The seven year old grins wide, a testimony of her effervesce.

The camera shutter clicks,
Forever freezing a breeze.
The father clutching his daughter to his chest,
The daughter showing off her missing front teeth in an ecstatic “cheese!”

2 summers later,
His princess deposits flowers,
In front of his picture,
His death burned as if,
A fire had lit her.

She held the pink dress very close to her heart,
Until one day, the gray flowers finally did depart.
She looked everywhere, every box, every nook.
“The dress is lost” she realised, and her body shook.

The loss of the dress,
Snatched her breath away.
Until a few fortnights later,
A dawning was given way.

It hit her that the dress, nor the necklace, nor the bracelet or the pen,
Stored within it, the essence of him.
It was her, her person, her memories, her heart,
That took custody of his eternal smile, a true work of art.

And so, as she sits in her room,
Putting pen to paper,
She closes her eyes and thinks about him once more.

He would live on in her heart and her soul for evermore.
As long as the the sun rises and birds chirp.
As long as clocks tick and water swirls.
He would live on in her heart and her soul for evermore.