Melancholic Memories

On Father’s Day, I stand alone
In the kitchen, a place he once called home
I stir the pot, I chop the greens
And every movement brings back scenes

Of laughter shared and memories made
Of moments cherished and wisdom laid
Of comfort found in his embrace
And love expressed with every taste

But now he’s gone, and I am here
To honor him with every tear
To cook his favorite dish once more
And feel his spirit at the core

The scent of spices fills the air
And I am lost in memories rare
Of times when he was by my side
And life was free, and love was wide

But now I’m here, and he is not
And time has passed, and wounds still rot
But still I cook, and still I weep
And still I cherish memories deep

For though he’s gone, he’s still alive
In every dish, in every drive
In every moment I recall
His love, his wisdom, and his all

So on this day, I’ll cook and cry
And feel his presence by my side
And know that though he’s far away
His love is with me every day.

— Sujoy Sarkar (19/06/2022)