If my Dad knew
by Lalita Vasu
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
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The author bemoans the passing of her father, who did not know she wrote!
Wiping the tears off my eyes, I thought,
In so many of my years in the world,
My dad did not know I write stories.
It never occurred to me to tell him,
Or show him my stories;
But then I thought,
What would be different if my dad knew?
That a day would come,
When he would not be by my side,
I’ll miss him so much,
It had never even crossed my mind.
Only now do I realize,
The gentleman I called Dad,
Meant just so much to me.
But I am sure, if my dad knew I write stories,
He would be proud of me and tell his friends,
“That’s my daughter!”
Who is also an author;
Or would he just smile and show
Subtly that he loved me ever so more,
Never openly revealing emotions
Just a silent look, a small pat, or just a reassuring smile?
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|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|I am so sorry for your loss. Writing helps to heal ones soul. I'm sure your dad is very proud of you!...You are in my prayers....M|
|Reviewed by Michael Charles Messineo
We send our condolences, and encourage you to write more.
|Reviewed by Donna Chandler
|Try to not focus on regrets. Instead focus on the good times and the happy days. I'm sure your dad was proud of you for all that you were to him. Remember him with love and joy.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|be happy to have know that reassuring smile ... when i told my father i wrote poetry (was 14 at the time) he got upset, thought i was becoming a homosexual ...|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I can tell from your description that your father would have welcomed your writing.
My father wanted me to do many things and I did. However, he knew that I wrote, but never read what I wrote. Finally, in the last two years of his life, my mother made him read my novels (no threats, just gentle nudging). He never said anything about my books, but I was glad he got to read them.
No need to feel sorry. Life is full of missed opportunities. We just have to move on and take advantage of the next opportunity–your mother?