Dear Dad

Dear Dad

Today I opened your cupboard

The one with an imposing presence

Quite a lot like its handsome owner

Doggedly protecting what it held.

I looked into the topmost shelf

For letters and wallets held by an elf

It is a secret attic where I can find

Dreams you held close to your chest

Every now and then I pick one of them

I write my name and make it my own.

Some of them are small and colorful

A few others terrifyingly powerful

I call upon luck, time and destiny

To guide me through the labyrinth of effort

And every time a dream comes true

A shooting star to shine to you.