To My Father

(Written moments before I was told he was no more.)

I didn't know you as an infant,

As a toddler, our interactions were few.

I learned to call you "Uncle" like all my cousins,

And cheer you during football sessions.

You had some role to play in the background,

While I grew up, unaware, safe and sound.

My mentor for public speech you turned out to be,

I knew you were proud; my first prizes, for to see.

Though no kisses or hugs came my way,

You gave me all the freedom - night or day.

My love for English, I did learn from you,

The knack for writing too; to you due.

You let me make my choices; to study or to wed,

Even though sometimes, my decisions did invite dread.

But you stood by me, strong and tall,

In my darkest of moments all.

No doubts, no questions, came my way,

A heavy heart, but a face always, always gay.

Such strength I learned from you.

Today, you claim your due.

Rest then, my Father dear,

This world is now too much to bear.