an Ode.


i used to find any excuse to hold his hand
they were always much larger than mine
warmth and comfort there i'd find



his hands never had sweat, unlike mine
his veins protruding like
were always the object of my admiration



i loved the way he felt so strong
just the touch of his hand
always made me feel so protected



before the crossing of roads
i would find my way to him
and slip my hand into his



knowing he would protect me from the monsters on those grey paths


things if within his means
he would always get for me
going all out of his way
just to satisfy my inexhaustible wants



this is My Father
this man I hold so much respect for




but now im starting to find
that im no longer filled with the love and admiration i used to have for him



finding him a constant nag
finding every conversation with him a chore




but deep down inside
i know if i saw him cry



my insides would tear apart



because this is the man i love with all my heart




seeing him getting on in years
watching the transition of his appearance
turning into the old man that he'll be one day



i can't help but want to hold his hand again
feel the warmth in it all again
and thank him for all he's done for me




when i woke up this morning,
a old picture screamed for my attention in my mother's room
it was a picture of me and my dad.
after taking a good look at it,
tears just rolled down my face.
maybe its bcos he's been away for a whole 8 days and i miss him.




or maybe its bcos i've been missing him all along.