Thatha was kind,
so gentle and true.
He always made time
for what he could do.
He gave with his heart,
with no need for praise,
his love was a light
through all of our days.
He listened with care,
held our hands tight,
and made the world softer
with quiet, strong light.
He gave without asking,
he helped when he could,
because in his soul,
he stood for all good.
Now Thatha has gone
to a place full of peace,
where suffering ends
and love does not cease.
But in soft morning light,
or wind in the trees,
I feel him beside me—
in whispers, in breeze.
So when I am hurting,
I softly pray,
“I love you, Thatha,”
you’re not far away.
- Manusha