My Father's Day Poem

those little needles on cheeks; your kisses, daddy, are a fond memory i always turn to for solace. i love your moustache; they make you so distinctive. and your pipe, it makes you so much like my intellectual hero, Albert Einstein. i am always fasincated by the smoke swirling into the air as you write through the night. always fascinated why they always disappeared into nothingness when I was a child. As i grew older, it has jolted me to realise that one day we too will follow the transient smoke; disappear into the silence of the night, into another realm. I am grateful that with each growing year, my love for you have grown deeper, thickened like smoke