Daddy's Little Words
#7
“Dad, why weren’t we rich?”
“Dad, why couldn’t we travel somewhere?”
“Dad, why was it had to be cheap when I wanted to buy something?”
“Dad, did you even have any stock?”
“Dad, my friend’s parent had bought a new apartment”
Daddy this, Daddy that…
Yet I saw his wrinkles, covered smoothly in his cheeks
Dazzled around his eyes, dancing in the middle of his tears
He might spoke, but not a word to answered
He might cry, but not a single drop to fell
Inhaled and exhaled
Time’s stop
A disguised mass had just slapped me right through my face
By the time, Daddy unlocked his thoughtfully wise words
And spoke gently
And let the atmosphere soothed by itself
“We weren’t rich, we had nothing to spare
And all, as a matter of fact
We were nothing
Your ancestors, they did something great for our country
But none of theirs would be yours
You were no heir
We didn’t expect much,”
Words of abused
Crossed around the ears
Dashed through that almond-widened eyes
In a lack of anything
And a desperate whisper
He slowly finished his words,
“So, if one day, at a time
You would be able to conquer
You would be at the highest
And a hand that reached the star
Confronted with an abundance sadness
And formed it with happiness
You would be able to go wherever you wanted
And bought whatever you asked
…
It would be all of your own struggle
That you did it all by yourself
Those would be the impact of your effort
And that you would be satisfied
And that we would be proud
For those that you’ve had work on for
You deserved that.”
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