In the In Between

A Story by aziza

I was inspired to write about my dad as I witnessed his shortcomings many a times and just recently too. When poverty is the problem!

PROLOGUE:

I saw the pain in his eyes when he sigh and say:
"I don't know what to say.Sweetheart,this is why I say,you must be successful.Because if you don't,no matter how much you want to help your dear ones,you would fail to do.Khaa gaavna lung ngam khang karaam ranno!"(to be able to help others in need,struggle hard!)

The Story:

He is stingy!
I heard them say.
I said,"No,economical!",to myself.

They never knew,
What he went through:
He sweat his blood;
He dried his throat;
He cried on his way to work;
His head hurts thinking,
What's the best next step.

Yes its the truth,true,

He has the heart,
But not the blood.
If he have to give,
He had to die.
Cause all he had,
Is the heart.
The blood is for me (& my siblings)

He has the blood,
Not in excess but exact.
But they thought,
He had them both abundantly.
Their expectation is,well,
Out of his league.
If I(& my siblings) didn't exist,
He might have .

I can feel him;
Could pictured him;
It was like,hanging,
In the in between!

CONCLUSION:

I wish I have the guts to live upto his expectation.So that I could give freely,help many,love wholly and be able to be generous enough!