For My Father
Ever since I can remember,
he called himself an eagle.
He taught me about honor and love
He taught me to be free.
My father spread his wings wide
as he turned the wheels of life
I honored his efforts with my affection
he only demanded that I became wise.
He sent me to study abroad
to give me the advantage he never had
I drew a blank every time he spoke of this
but I became wiser, and grew to become a man.
We no longer needed each other,
but became each other’s best friend
he thanked me for my company
I cherished every day.
We traveled the world over
and discovered beautiful sights
he started to feel tired
I desperately ignored his sighs.
Suddenly life was a burning candle
which quickly began to burn out
It was a small island lost in thick fog
it was a mockery, a stain and it made fun.
He insisted on being an eagle
as I saw his eyes dimming the light
His hands were closed and his pace tired,
but his voice commanding as it ever was.
Suddenly eternity was his new home
and I wanted to shout to the world
to stop, to go back, that it had made a mistake
until a voice whispered wisely in my ear:
Eagles don’t do well on earth
they shine brighter when they fly
they may land for a short time
but their home is in the sky.
The eagle did what it does best,
extended its wings to the wind
while shouting loudly to the sun
majestic and impressive sight!
My papa passed away on June 24th 2010. I just wanted to remember him and celebrate the good times.
I miss him very much.