I
would have held him in my arms more often.
I
would have hugged him every time we met and spoken to him every opportunity I
got.
I
would have laughed louder at his jokes and danced every time he sang for me.
I
would have woven him that sweater when the winter was bitter
and fanned him
when he read the papers while sunbathing in the summer.
I
would have folded his spectacles every time he dozed off in bed
and kept the
night lamp on for his nightly stagger to the kitchenette.
I
would have paid heed to his advice and followed my heart,
pursing
literature instead of business and art.
I
would have written him poems on our love and affection,
happy
moments and memories I realize today upon reflection
I
would have won the award only to see the sparkle in his eye
and
run a mile long stretch to hear him applaud ‘aye aye’
We
would have fought the cancer harder than we did,
maybe
you would have stayed with me a little longer than you did.
Missing
you daddy, where ever you are today
In my
thoughts forever, always showing me the way
