A Father to his Daughter

"When I was a young man, I thought life would always be about me. What I wanted, what I achieved. I lived through days of plotting calenders compatible with my schedules, my strategies, my weaknesses.
And then you two came into my life and suddenly life was not about me. It was about you. I realized that I had been always wrong to put my self first when all that made me happy were your needs, your achievements and your goals. This was my epiphany that what I wanted the most was for my daughters to be happy."

"Although I was not the one to pull you from within me, sensing it is in a way I have. When you sit and concentrate upon your book, I see myself.
They say the best thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother. And I can swear upon my own head that not one inch of my heart is without the woman who gave birth to you."

"People ask me how many children I have and I answer, two precious daughters. And they nod as the information rapidly loses it's path somewhere in their brains. When I answer them, I am not merely stating the fact; I'm glowing in it, bathed by the knowledge that having daughters means being loved by two people more than anything in this world."

"Men tell me, their sons and they enjoy a good game of cricket. I couldn't agree more. But for me, planning to watch the game with my daughters and then actually watching it makes me feel on top of this world. That when people tell their daughters, you are my son, I tell mine, you are my daughter. And daughter, you are stronger than a tall pillar and no matter how many rocks people throw at you, remain firm, cemented. Those rocks may only make a mark but from within the cement hardens, tough and resilient."

"That day when I stumbled upon your bookshelf. And saw the gift I gave you in a cruddy corner, I wasn't saddened. But the mere fact that you threw away some useless books but the one with my initials crawled into still remains, even though I know, you don't read it. You haven't read it and you never will. But it's there."

"Dear daughter, when I'm old one day and you find yourself a husband, don't come. Be there for him. Talk about things, discuss books and movies. I will not ask you to love him less than you love me. But keep in mind, one day he'll be the father of your children and to them he'll be what I am to you today. But just one request your old man asks from you. Leave the cricket match's for your father. It's one thing that will remain even after you have gone home and tended to the grass, it will still shine the next morning, coated in dew."




Poetry by Nabeela Altaf
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Written on 2014-05-05 at 18:54

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I was reminded of Shakespers play '' King Lear '' . A seen I rember is of the King , the father. Invited , well somondd his daugters , to diner. In short , The king , the father demandec his daughters , love him above all. His youngish daughter '' father I love you , but I love my husband more '' . On that she smilde and walked out! The father in your story , is much much more wiser. Than King Lear , and father.
Ken
2014-05-06



Your stories are touching and unique. Such lovely memories. You write so well. :)
2014-05-05


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Tender, fatherly love... so beautifully written, I found this very touching.
2014-05-05


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a beautifully told story. The details are written
in such a way that breathes sweet life into
your accomplished narrative.
2014-05-05