Every single word that father says,
means a lot to his daughter.
It sinks deeply into the bottom of her heart.
It seems like twinkle stars
when she keeps her eyes closed.
It is literally a WISH, a HOPE, an ADVICE, a GUIDE, and a LIGHT,
for her dark moments, for her nightmares,
for her defense against egoism.
F A T H E R,
I remember how you’d always tell me stories
before I sleep.
And kiss my cheeks
to wake me up in the morning.
©Wilda, November 3rd,2016.
I was inspired by this awesome book of Obama that I occasionally read this morning. It reflected how father feels for his daughter. So I wrote this poem, as a reflection of how I feel for my father. (It’s my true story, btw).