Is it childish to still miss you when you are so long gone? When I still feel your warm embrace? Is it childish to have forgiven you in spite of all you did? Will you come home and kiss me goodnight? Tell me how much you love me without feeling shy/ Is it childish to remember you with tears in my eyes? One day will I see you and never say goodbye?

(This is a painting inspired in my relationship with my father who passed away more than ten years ago.)