All is Well

He was my father and I remember him for many things But one thing that still echos in my ears was that golden line He often used to utter - Do not worry all is well! Do not worry all is well Those six words worked as the most potent balm for me, my inequities Sending all my doubts, angst, fear and uncertainties into thin air Its effect was pure magical like a manna from the heaven The day he passed away the magic also disappeared with him Though I too use these words often with my own children I don't know if it works on them in the same way or not Maybe I need to be as good with those words as my father was But he is no more and I am clueless how can I make that possible I wish I could have time - traveled to meet him for one last time To unravel the mysteries and become the master of those magical words And say it more convincingly to my children -Do not worry all is well!