A Father’s Love…
Written on June 17, 2007
I was looking at all the past M&Y photos, and I distinctly remember the one M&Y we had in Johor Bahru — June 2005 at the Eden Garden Hotel when all the father issues came out on Sunday morning. That happened
to be on the Father’s Day weekend…
This compelled me to spend a moment to write to you and all the fathers out there in celebration of your love and the gift you are to the world.
This poem goes out to all the fathers out there…
It brought a tear to my eye… as I remember the great love of this father of mine — the one man I have held on a beautiful pedestal all my life.
My earliest recollection of his love was him singing Jambalaya to me as I lay in my cradle as a baby… the moment he stopped singing thinking that I’ve gone to sleep, I’d burst out crying and he would smile and carry on singing to me again…
The nights when I was laying in bed, sick with high fever… he’d come in my room, and I could feel his cool loving hand pressed on my forehead, and I’d feel alright.
I remember the days when my brothers and I would rush to his side, sitting on the bed… he would tell us bedtime stories. And we’d look up at him with wonder in our eyes. WOW… daddy knows everything!
Till today, my father wakes up even before the sun comes out… just to make a pot of coffee for breakfast. I Love my father’s coffee. Sometimes, I even pack it to work. Strangely enough, even though we (my brothers & I) attempt to make the same pot of coffee with exactly the same amount of everything… it just doesn’t taste the same. There’s just a special ingredient that he adds that none of us have… A Father’s Love — that makes his coffee EXTRA-ordinary.
He seldom says “I Love You”… and yet he says it in so many unspoken ways… all we have to do, is listen with our eyes and our heart.
To all the fathers out there… this is for YOU…
Fathers seldom say “I love you”
Though the feeling’s always there,
But somehow those three little words
Are the hardest ones to share.
And fathers say “I love you”
In ways that words can’t match -
With tender bedtime stories -
Or a friendly game of catch!
You can see the words “I love you”
In a father’s boyish eyes
When he runs home, all excited,
With a poorly wrapped surprise.
A father says “I love you”
With his strong helping hands -
With a smile when you’re in trouble
With the way he understands.
He says “I love you” haltingly,
With awkward tenderness -
(It’s hard to help a four-year-old into a party dress!)
He speaks his love unselfishly
By giving all he can
To make some secret dream come true…,
Or follow through a plan.
A father’s seldom-spoken love
Sounds clearly through the years -
Sometimes in peals of laughter,
Sometimes through happy tears.
Perhaps they have to speak their love
In a fashion all their own.
Because the love that fathers feel
Is too big for words alone!
~ Author Unknown ~
Happy Fathers Day!
