Ubiquity in my memory
The fact that you are missed
As the day glows yellow and orange
The summer of the eighties
Overlooking you for brighter birds
They sing sweet melodies
But I cherish the rattle and the chatter
An epitome of freedom
You don’t show the weakness and pain
You hide behind the tough guy charade
So, no one can see you afraid and cold
You taught me to let go and fly freely
All twelve lines are consciously expressing the title of this poem. “Ubiquity in my memory” and “Overlooking you for brighter birds” are my favourite lines.
Thank you