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To My Father- An Avid Learner, And My Life Long Teacher.

June 18, 2017

 

 

 

My dearest father- a friend, a teacher, a challenger, an inspiration, a soul mate, and the ultimate safe space. 

 

 

 

 

When I moved to Cape Town just over three years ago, I wrote this poem for my dad. It's easy to forget how we felt in the big moments of our life- that's why I love journaling and poetry so dearly. I stumble upon all sorts of words every other day, and I smile shyly and happily, knowing and remembering those feeling of love and fear and every wonderful thing in between. 

My watching father

 

As I lay asleep

 

 

From young to now

 

 

I know he watches me

 

 

Kisses me

 

 

Tells me he loves me

 

 

More than anything in this world

 

 

 

 

It must be hard

 

 

Watching your baby grow up

 

 

Making her own decisions

 

 

Moving away from under your arm

 

 

 

 

Its hard too

 

 

Being the one growing up

 

 

Making your own decisions

 

 

Moving away from under his arm

 

 

 

 

As my father lets me go

 

 

I have peace

 

 

For I know

 

 

letting go is not an end

 

 

 

 

Love lets go

 

 

It makes peace

 

 

But it’s always there

 

 

 

 

Letting go

 

 

Is not losing

 

 

 

 

My watching father

 

 

Whom I love more than anything in this world

 

 

I do miss you kissing me

 

 

Telling me you love me

 

 

 

 

But I have peace

 

 

For I know you still watch over me

 

 

I have a heart full of gratitude for you

 

 

It's filling up my being

 

 

 

 

I give myself over to a world more distanced from you

 

 

For I feel the light shining over my shoulder

 

 

That you have given me

 

 

 

 

 

My watching father

 

 

 

xxx

 

 

 

 

Love always,

 

Gente

xx

 

 

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