Jun 2015
December 3rd
"I don't think I'll ever be able to understand why things have to be this way,
144 ..the amount of hours I spend being blind because I'm not seeing you those days,
Once a week makes one weak & bleak without you to colour me in,
Only a weeks end until we can reunite so I wait while we watch the weekend,
Seeking nothing else but your face, your embrace to fill the space,
Of this void I can't avoid like permanent errors with no option to erase,
All my first are your seconds and every second you aren't around,
I watch the shot clock drain me of possession until the buzzer sounds,
Games over but my coach left during the first quarter,
Yet I feel your presence around me like an invisible boarder,
Stay with me-just until I can spread my own wings,
Things aren't the same without that smile and all that it brings,
I've been feeling down under while trying to hold myself up like a car jack,
I call you ‘boomerang’ Dad ..because I'm still waiting for you to come back.”
-Isaac.Tanielu
"I don't think I'll ever be able to understand why things have to be this way,
144 ..the amount of hours I spend being blind because I'm not seeing you those days,
Once a week makes one weak & bleak without you to colour me in,
Only a weeks end until we can reunite so I wait while we watch the weekend,
Seeking nothing else but your face, your embrace to fill the space,
Of this void I can't avoid like permanent errors with no option to erase,
All my first are your seconds and every second you aren't around,
I watch the shot clock drain me of possession until the buzzer sounds,
Games over but my coach left during the first quarter,
Yet I feel your presence around me like an invisible boarder,
Stay with me-just until I can spread my own wings,
Things aren't the same without that smile and all that it brings,
I've been feeling down under while trying to hold myself up like a car jack,
I call you ‘boomerang’ Dad ..because I'm still waiting for you to come back.”
-Isaac.Tanielu
A little letter I wrote as my son, Arioch, seeing life through his perspective. It was challenging in the sense I had to put myself in his shoes and see how he has been effected by his parents separation, especially with me not being around him 24/7 any more. The title is inspired by the fact I promised myself I would write a letter each week detailing everything that went on so when he was old enough he could understand what life was like at that time for me, but I grew lazy and procrastinated and ended up with only a few pages to show for months of experience-thus, this was the letter I owed him. Painful to write some segments but I can't deny the truth, through all this it only inspires me to become a better Father. Never become lazy, in ANYTHING. Whether it be school, work, sports, or even parenting. Enjoy your time with your children & love them unconditionally. No one should grow up feeling unwanted or deserted. Cherish your blessings. Dedicated to my fourth planet.
