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A poem dedicated to my loving father. Passed away: December 26, 2001 |
Daddy, You would’ve been proud If you saw me now If you saw me grow up to the scholar I am currently You would’ve been proud If you saw me reach my dreams If I came out to be the person you always wish I’d be You would’ve been proud When my family turned the memories of you to happiness And shush those who resented us You would’ve been proud To witness your dream Me turning eighteen, my sister sixteen You would’ve been proud To see mom so strong Hold up a stiff foundation all her life long You would’ve been proud When my brother’s face was no longer forlorn All the anguish and tears became his building rock and future of success Tell me why You have to be gone Why you can’t come back to life And be where you belong? The deeper I dig in my soul The harder it is The more I dream about you The pressure becomes greater Tell me why Your image is now embedded on paper And you can’t stand right here in front of me? I often wonder how’d it be like If you were still here in my life You’re in my heart all the time Your nobleness stays alive So tell me why Did you have to say goodbye? Why must the good leave? And the bad never die? I’m still your daughter You’re still my friend And you will always stay here For as long as I live Daddy, You would’ve been proud Seeing me walk down the aisle, cap and gown You would’ve been proud To see us continue our pride To never let you die In our prayers, heart and mind Because you were the greatest father of all Because your love for us was always strong And in my mind, you’re still sitting here I’m wrapped up in your arms And you would be proud When I finally get my wings Fly up to heaven No tears to dry No painful memories And I can hold you again Stay there forever When you can finally smile and say “I never took my eyes off of you and I’m proud of you all.” |