To Papa With Love

This is a poem which I wrote for my Dad just to thank him for being there for me always. Thanking him for encouraging me to put my thoughts in black and white.Thanking God I still have my dad with me.

                      To Papa With Love.

I need to take one step at a time

Lest what is good around me

Gets into my head.

Who am I, what am I?

Without you Papa, I'm just not me.

At every step, I have looked up to you.

Ive made many mistakes,

Coz I did what I wanted to do .

For every mistake I made,

Turning to you Papa, was not my game.

With passing time I had somehow grown.

I knew what was right and what was wrong.

I know I was responsible all along

For all my doings and actions,

For all that I spoke and thought;

Still, somewhere deep inside me

Was that little child who needed you all along.

When all alone and had done wrong

Would reach out a hand

To hold your hand so strong.

To be reassured that all was fine.

If I made mistakes, I could still go on,

Coz somewhere, in the spirit you were always there

Close by to tell me to strive again.

So, once again I would rise

Walk the mile of a new life,

Turning and changing with time.

This time for God's work to thrive;

So, I began to write.

Without your help oh Papa dear,

I would not have been able to fight my fears,

Fears of being unknown!

I am responsible for what I am today.

Strong, dependable, truthful, hardworking, humble, happy and gay;

Im the same to every one, my friends and foes alike.

Still without u Papa dear,

I would not be what I am today.

Coz, without your blessings Papa dear,

I could never be what I am.

I would never have learnt these lessons of life.

The greatest thing of God I ask

Wisdom please to me impart,

So I can chose the right from wrong,

Without being blinded by this worldly charm.

Grant me God a boon to night,

Health and blessings of all kinds,

But the greatest one will always be

My Papa dear by my side.

S.J.Fowler.

Author's Note

I hope all those who read this poem of mine also love and respect their parents, specially when they are in their ripe old age and need them most.

Reviews

[hardeep sabharwal]

Touched,
Sometimes I thought what is my life without my mom and dad, I am so attached to them I cant think of a day without them, even sometimes I feel I am living a life they wished me to live, it is because there is a strong bond in us, June, this work is very emotional, and you are fabulous, thanks for writing this

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and positive poem for your father and life. I like the story told and life learned in the poem. I believe our parent and grandparent become part of us. I hear my Grandfather voice when I speak today. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry for your dear father. He would be honored by your words.
Coyote