Five Minutes In Memory of My Father

You have been gone two whole years and nothing is the same,

It seems like it was just yesterday that the Angels called your me.

Every morning when I wake up, I think it was just a nightmare,

But when I go to look for you, I realize you’re not here.

My memories of you will never fade, and you are always on my mind,

I wish that there was such a way for the years to just rewind.

I wish I can see you and hear your voice once more,

I wish we can talk and laugh like we did before.

It makes me happy to think of all the good times that we had,

But it breaks my heart to know that’s all I have left of you...Papa

I look at pictures, smell your cologne, and listen to your favorite song,

I know that you were sick ,but it just seems so wrong.

As I sit here writing this I realize nothing in life is fair,

And there has not been one day that’s gone by that I haven’t shed a tear.

As my life moves forward without you, I will imagine you always by my side,

And you will always be in my heart...because in there you’re still alive.

If I only had five minutes the day you passed away,

I would have had time to tell you all the things I needed to say.

I never got to tell you how much you mean to me,

Or that you were the best father, better than any man could be.

The last night that I talked to you I wish I would have known. I would have said I love you, and slept by your side

If I only had five minutes,

the morning you passed away,

I’d give you one last hug so tight and see your great big smile.

I’d tell you that I don’t think I could live without you,

not even for awhile.

I’d kiss your cheek and take your hand and tell you it’s okay to go

And tell you that I’ll miss you,

more than you’ll ever know.

But you were gone so quickly,

One last car ride you’d take.

Before you even knew it,

you were standing at heavens gate.

Now God has called upon you,

It’s time to get your wings.

To leave this life behind you,

And enjoy all of heavens beautiful things.

So wait for me in heaven Papa,

Don’t let me come alone.

The day the angels come for me,

Please be there to bring me home.

Dedicated to my father

Basanta Kumar Goswami

—Jaideep Goswami