Papa
I see your shadow patrolling the house
I see your eyes glaring at me
With anger and disgust
I see your lips move
Hurling insults and abuse
I see your anger stirring
Waiting to thrust
It strikes me hard, I am taken aback
Years of this, I should have been numb.
But how do you get used to it?
How do you stop?
A strike that goes straight to one’s heart.
Papa, did you ever love me through my years?
Did I embody all of your fears?
When on my wedding day, you gave me away
I looked at you for a moment.
Then, a tear fell at the corner of your eye,
To my new husband you said,
`I give you my child. Care for her,
Care for her better than I have….’
Copyright © Nancy Lim | Year Posted 2005
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