A Promise From Nostalgia

Dear Dad,

With each passing year

We spend less time together,

Friends, tuitions and career

Have added more pressure.

I remember clenching your finger

With my tiny hands,

Summers or winters,

You’ve been my supporting band.

In lush green fields

Synced with a sweet evening breeze,

You taught to peddle for the first time,

Singing melodies.

I tripped again and again,

Weeping hard on bruised knees,

You picked me up, dusted my skirt

And said, “Repeat.”

Each time I grumbled

For making me work so hard,

“Lazy bone, don’t give up.“

And your lessons start.

Today when I cherish those memories of you

I realize how valuable your teachings are,

To be true.

Protecting as a valiant soldier,

Nurturing with love and care,

Sacrificing your wishes,

You’ve enriched my smiles without fear.

I will keep trying to make you proud

Is my promise.

Cause I have you by my side,

As a blessing in disguise.

Love,

Your lazy bone.