I sat by my window,
Wondering when you will show.
I remember you said
You'll be here, before I'm out of bed.When will you come?
To be back with us at home.
When will I see you, dad?
The more you delay, the more I become sad.My hope is fading,
As sad thoughts rush into my brain.
That's when I saw you coming
And I ran out to you, in the rain.
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I wrote this one in 9th grade. My teacher asked us to write a poem about anything we want, so I wrote this one. My teacher loved it so much she read it out to the whole class! I was so happy!During my 8th and 9th grade my dad had to travel a lot for his job. He'd be gone for months together, sometimes.
I used to have fun at home when he was away. Because if he isn't there then I got to watch TV till 1 or 2 in the morning. If he had been there he'd chase me to bed by nine.
On weekends I would spend the whole day doing whatever I felt like doing. If he was there then he'd ask me to clean my room or study.
But even though it was fun without him around, I did miss him a lot. Without him, there was no one to take me to the mall, no one to cook me lovely food and no one to watch AFV with.
My dad means the world to me. Like any other man in this world, he has his flaws but so do I. He scolds me, but only because he loves me and though he may be a little busy or preoccupied sometimes, he makes up for it by showing he loves me through small gestures.
I don't hate it when he's gone for so long, because when he's gone, I realise how much I need him and how much he means to me. I love my dad.
And I know he loves me too, because if he didn't, would he buy me a whole bag of Twix every time he comes home from one of his trips? 😄
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My Odyssey
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all the little poems and songs I've written over the course of my life so far. I always found it hard to say what I felt but I could always write them down as poems or songs. I hope you will like them and maybe find...