Sunday, 19 June 2011

A MESSAGE TO MY FATHER.

There are so many good things I would want to say about my father, 
There are so many ways I would want to show him what he means to me, 
There are so many prayers I would want to make for him to live longer, 
There are so many ways I would want to return the favours he did to me, 
But nothing I can ever do will explain how much I love him and what he means to me.

At my failed attempt of composing a poem just to explain how much my father means to me, I came to realize that the feeling is indescribable. I was fortunate enough to grow up in the presence of my father, I must say it was one of the best favours that God ever granted me. To me, everyday that God grants me, is another Father's an Mother's day because I cannot recall a second of my life that goes by without the feeling of gratefulness towards my father and my mother. 

A father need not be a biological one but even that father figure in your life is still your father. We all have different personal experiences as to how our parents have touched our lives and sadly some have not been fortunate enough to have their fathers and mothers in their lives either due to death or separation and the like. But the fact remains the same that regardless of the time or distance, the moments that you have shared or are sharing with your parents are the ones that should be cherished. I could say I have the best father in the world, but everybody's father is their best father because he is the only one they can ever have.

I could take a whole day narrating the moments I have shared with my father and how much he has sacrificed to shape me into what I am today but to make the story short, I attribute every proud moment and milestones of my life to him because today I am a proud young woman in so many ways thanks to God who made him my father. 

Before I take up the whole day cherishing this moment, I think I should end here and give my father a call just to hear that voice which always gives me my life back when I am down, that voice which always tells me which way to go when I am lost and that voice which always proves to me there is love in this world even when I have lost faith in it. Fathers day is just another cultural and commercialised day to acknowledge fathers but my urge is to take everyday as fathers and mothers day to appreciate and thank God for having them in our lives.

To my father with love,
Tanisah. 

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