I want my Daddy
to be home,
to share my toys,
to read me books upon books,
to share the meals,
to join in laughter,
to sit next to me watching Discovery,
to help me think better, wiser,
to slump in bed,
to stroke the cats,
to view nature,
to hit the keys smoothly, perfectly,
to wipe away my tears,
to tell stories,
to trust with secrets,
to climb on his back,
to sit on his lap,
to brush his beard,
to tap on his hairless head,
to quarrel joyfully,
to be mischief,
to feel his hug,
to peck a kiss.
I want my Daddy
to watch me,
to be proud of me,
to be home,
where he should be.
Written on behalf of JR1
NOV 23rd. 2006
to be home,
to share my toys,
to read me books upon books,
to share the meals,
to join in laughter,
to sit next to me watching Discovery,
to help me think better, wiser,
to slump in bed,
to stroke the cats,
to view nature,
to hit the keys smoothly, perfectly,
to wipe away my tears,
to tell stories,
to trust with secrets,
to climb on his back,
to sit on his lap,
to brush his beard,
to tap on his hairless head,
to quarrel joyfully,
to be mischief,
to feel his hug,
to peck a kiss.
I want my Daddy
to watch me,
to be proud of me,
to be home,
where he should be.
Written on behalf of JR1
NOV 23rd. 2006
1 comment:
I shed into tears when I read this poem. Such love meaningful words of a son longing for his Dad.....or the last sentence, was it your words or Naufal's Kak Mah? hehe. Whatever it is, he will come back with a gold fortune in his hand for u and ur family.
Miss him too....
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