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those little needles on cheeks;

your kisses are a fond memory

i always turn to for solace.

i love your moustache;daddy they make you

so distinctive.

and your pipe, it makes you so much

like my intellectual hero, Albert Einstein.

i am always inexplicably attracted to the

smoke swirling into the air as you

write through the night.

I was always fascinated why they always

disappeared into nothingness when a child.

As i grew older, this phenomenom 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.