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A Portrait of Love
The world is filled with so many bad misconceptions about fathers - The opinion of irresponsibility is the crux.But mine has never matched any of such bad misconceptions about fathers.From birth until now, I have not known a father,so caring, loving and responsible as my father.
I still remember the stories mothertold me, when I was young about the love fathershowered on her, even, before my birth to mother and fatherI still remember the moments, when fathertook us to school and came back for us, when we closed.The gentle hands that held our hands to, and backdid not stop, but coddled and cuddled us, whiles we learnedand when we fell asleep at night, fatherwas the one, who carried us in his strong hands,and laid us to rest comfortably on our beds.
Education was your major priority,so you went even beyond your estate,to ensure we got the best of education.There wasn't a single day, teachers sacked us from school,because of fees, for you had paid fully;In sickness and in sorrow, you were the one we ran to;
Yet, today we look around, and cannot find you, father;Father, for where we are,for who we are, andfor what we have become in lifeis because of you, father.
Although, you are not here,this moment can never pass by without we - mother, Junior, Juliet, Gifty, Nana and Dor and mewishing you: "Happy! Happy!! Happy!! Father's Day!!!!"
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.