It's another sorrowful day! A new misery, an emptiness... All I can see is darkness wrapped in a shawl of grief and hollowness... What kind of a day it is? When I didn't get to see your face... When I couldn't ask you if you had your medicines... When I'm not looking at the oxygen cylinder to check if you're getting enough supply... When I didn't get to come closer to you to hear what you're saying... When I didn't get to check your feet if they are still swollen... When I didn't ask you if you need Strepsils for your cough... What kind of a day it is? The day that changed everything... The day where I couldn't hear your bell to check if you need anything... The day when no one asked me if I had my breakfast... The day when nobody asked me why am I still working when it's 6pm... Daddy Jan, everything has changed! There is an incessant bereavement. The house feels like a barren land... A silent graveyard... Ring the bell one ...