Papa

For my beloved late father

“My dear,” says he approaching the door 

With big cold hands he opens 

Like concert curtains drawing open 

Invites me to a home so pleasant 

 

“My dear,” says he from the kitchen 

Where a bowl of herbal tea is present 

With years of experience he’s written 

A prescription of mild treatment 

 

“My dear,” says he, “you like this pattern?” 

A girl in scruffy clothes he’s given 

A toy clutch bag glossy elegant 

My first ever New Year present!

 

“My dear,” says he from a distance 

“I used to walk alone through mountains 

in sheer darkness,” so I awaken 

Tears my cheeks have dampened

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

With your carefully chosen words Louisa you paint a picture of a thoughtful and caring Father. The repetition of "My dear" at the beginning of each stanza and the examples of his interaction with his daughter tell me so. Papa is much loved and is missed. A touching tribute.

Chris

[Louisa Chan]

Thank you Chris for your touching review.
I’m touched…
Yes still missing him a lot.
L

[Chris Shaw]

My Dad has been gone 31 years, never a day I don't think of him. We were blessed.

[JE Falcon]

A touching poem, full of subtle emotion and warm in heart. The visuals were direct and came quickly. Thanks for the sweet ride.

[Relic]

My father die in October of last year. I can relate in some ways to this. Fathers should be citidels of strength and values. I can see your father gave you great values and courage.

Great tribute, Louisa. :)