Father Poem by Samra Haq

Father

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My dad was a great man
His all true innermost feelings were full of compassion
His heart was filling with love
Like a smell of dove
He was very loving and kind
Most often he knows that what was going on in my mind
He's the one who listens to me and defends
He was my very best friend
When I was a child
he teaches me how to talk?
How to walk?
His guidance was meant to me. as good reasons
He is the one who cares for me
And suggested me good lessons
Now when I looked back to my old memories
What I have done, how do I become?
When things go wrong
He was helpful for me and told me to be strong
My dad was always loving and caring
He was generous by his living and sharing
Dad your guiding hands on my shoulders
Will remain with me forever
As a father, he played his all good roles
He was the one who expresses me his all good thoughts
That how he achieved his all good goals
He was the patient of eternity
He was the symbol of simplicity and dignity
He was the depth of the family needs
He knows that his work is to fulfil our all indeed
Only some sad and unexpected all those touchy moments
was always reflects my emotions
I do always remember him when I pray
I missed my dad each and every day
I always kept a special place for him in my heart
How each and every days and year are passing
Remembering him who he was?
Even though if the time was good or bad
I'm always thankful to him to be my dad
If I crossing by his graveyard
I always place bunches of flowers on his grave
I'm wishing for him always stay in heaven
I'm pretty sure that he is proud of my triumphs
Off and on whenever I visited there
I always said to God tell my father
That I missed him allot
But there is an ache in my heart which never goes away
Whatever is in my hands, my work is to cherish you always

(Amen)

Friday, February 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: father daughter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My fathergave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person: He believe in me,
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 27 March 2020

I always said to God tell my father That I missed him allot But there is a ache in my heart which never goes away Whatever is in my hands, my work is to cherish you always- what a wonderful expression of l ove.. how a daughter loves her father and how she i s so grateful remembering him always. lovely. tony

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Samra Haq

Samra Haq

Karachi, Pakistan
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