My Dearest Father
My Dearest Father
I get so sad
When I mention your name
My tears fall
I wonder if you knew
How precious you are
I love you so much
I just never knew that
Now you are gone
I will not get the chance to hear that sound
The sound of father's love in your voice
It was- a long distance between us
It could hardly be explained
I felt your love
Father's love
And now you are gone
I only have a faithful prayer
For our Mighty Lord to love you,
To give you love and peace
The way you always loved me..
From your loving daughter: Nasra
posted by iamnasra at 7:42 AM
11 Comments:
iamnasra,
I felt like that when my grandfather had gone for ever.
It was as if a shelter, a wall, something that secures me had gone and if I was like a little deer standing alone on the grassland.
Idi
Beautiful and touching.
amazing, very touching mashalllah... felt it to the core.
nasra, he is within you and the world will always have a part of him in the beauty of you. you are lovely...
Thank you Nasra
J
i wish i can write a poem like this - a daughter's love for her father.
i just hate my father so much...
That is a lovely poem. I know your father understands and loves you back
ABRAXAS,
I wish you that you can forgive your father.
I have a similar problem with my sister. I will try to write her (she has no phone at the moment) and to start again a relationship with her.
Hope you will do the same.
You can look from time to time on my blog if there is an article that I have forgiven my sister.
Or I can post it here under the "My dearest Father-Post".
A friend of mine, she hated her Father also because he had so much women and children and there was complete chaos in their home because there was every time a new mother and so on...
Now at the age of 30 or 40 when she came to Germany, she searched for God and found him, confessed her sins and began a new life.
Then God spoke to her that she should forgive her father and invite him to come over from Trinidad to Germany.
It was a very hard struggle in her heart.
Finally she obeyed, her father lived in the same flat and she did him everything good she could: cooked, went with him sight-seeing and to friends and so on.
He said: that was the NICEST time in my whole life and I can see
that you love me - daughter.
I think it were only 3 or four years later that her father died.
And she was glad, she couldn't express it in words that she had forgiven him...
Heidi
I wish I could wrap take your hand or wrap you in a comforting hug. I read your poem and saw myself. Two years ago in early Sept. my father died from a long battle with a rare form of cancer.
I always thought he'd live for so MANY years longer. He had rarely been sick in his life. He died much too young although for any age, death is a gaping hole in one's heart and society.
He died the day after my birthday, only a few wks before his own birthday. We used to share that common birthday month happiness. September is hard for me now when once it was filled with joy. Memories haven't yet washed me with comfort for I am still mourning.
A daughter's love for her father (and vice versa) is priceless and precious beyond description. When he fell ill, I felt agony, but tried to retain hope. When he died, I lost a piece of myself.
Although I know in my head that I also gained knowledge of myself from this tragic life experience, it's a journey that only time can heal. And time will never bring him back.
Although I can also remember him with humor or strenght, still there are times when
my tears stream down my face in lacy patterns,splotching
its smooth surface with
icy
snowflake memories,
a dichotomy of cold
and beauty...
spinning downward, slowly
to the hard ground
and landing
buried
on my wet
tear-kissed cheeks
melted
forever
like his departure.
(c)2005 SilverMoon aka Green-Eyed LAdy
www.SilkenThreads18.blog.com
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