Yearly Visit
Another year is coming to its end,
Another anniversary for our yearly reunion
Another week filled with love, vows, plans and teary depart
Another year testing our faith, loyalty, courage and living apart
Many question about the trust that saves our souls
Many wonder at our patience that keeps us alive
Many doubt about our future while we make plans
Many whisper in good and vice and we just smile
Someday we won't have to take different routes
Someday we will hold each other and with a kiss seal our union
Someday we are going to be home your and mine alone
Someday when the war is over we will have what we are waiting for.
poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa
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The man called My Father
My sister pointed a man on the road calling him our father
She had a faint smile hoping he would turn and smile back
I saw him walking away in a busy market wearing a suit
Perhaps a man on business while we stood like a failed investments
I asked my mother about the man called My father
She weakly smiled and kissed my chubby childhood cheeks
Years went by and that man often crossed my way, often smiled too
And i smiled back to the stranger who everyone called my father
We met once a while at his place greeting his new family
A mandatory yearly visits like paying homage to gods for life living
The man called my father looking at me with his guilty eyes
And i smiling at the stranger to the man who called himself my father
poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa
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