I always had a million thoughts
running through my mind
of how things would be,
had my dad been there by my side.
I’ve often wondered what a dad’s love meant,
along with the feeling of being called
“Daddy’s little princess”.
Then I’d think of the day I’ll finally meet him
on the other side of the shore;
‘Would he recognize me?’
that’s a question I keep asking myself.
I planned this whole scenario in mind
of when that day finally comes;
we’d both run into each other’s arm,
he’d hold me close and never let go,
then we’d do all things missed out,
making memories of my childhood
one where he’s there to witness.
He’d teach me to ride a bike,
catch me when I fall,
buy me ice-creams when I’m hurt,
sing me a lullaby on my sleepless nights,
tell me endless stories of his youth,
scare off guys to protect me,
help me out from moms many scolding’s.
I don’t know if I’d ever get that chance to meet him,
yet I can say with all certainty,
that the day I finally meet my father
will be the best one of all.
Hi there fellow bloggers, I hope you all have been well as am I. My trip was a fun one despite the flood and soon I’ll share the pictures of my nephew as well, I won’t be posting that much this days as I have some projects I need to complete and I can’t wait to share it with you all but don’t worry I will be very much active and reading your amazing blogs 😊
I do hope you enjoy reading todays poem, it is some of my imaginations for the day I finally will get to meet my dad. Happy reading 🙃
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