Still a teenage girl
With a frozen watch
preparing for life's exams
By the balcony in that old house

I see him coming
Smiling at me
Two eyes admire me
Two hands carrying the key of my dreams

"Yes sir" Could be heard 
From your own children
You could have been their lucky charm,
But you chose to be the curse of their seven lives
Scaping from you and fall In a deep pit,
Became their lovely habit

You could be the light on their path
But became fire that burns their days
And they look at you as a wise man,
Without knowing his children's real favors
They married and believed
No man will be an angry man status
A symbol of hellhole like their father
But they were young
No one can be the dad
Even in being the worst !

All things past and now I am here
In front of you with all I was told
You were like an old tree for me
I could lay down beneath it
Swinging from its branches
Eating its fruits , finding the truths

You were different with me
I was on the life's stage
Doing right and wrong
Trying my best
And one person stood up
Clapping , shouting "go girl"

Others are my family,
But you were my everything
The crown on my head,
The Breeze of spring,
Sun of winter,
Rain of fall,
Cold water in summer
The moment of knowing one person between all strangers

We ate lunch at that table
Not knowing that was the last meal
The water turned to wine
But you never came

I watched you on bed
your hands held
By the very people you once reject
Saying sorry to them
You thought that was too late

I was not there that night
To Hear your last breath
To Feel your last sentence
And all at once
You were flying through the skies

I have a father
But I lost my pa
Nothing will be the same,
Your sprit leads my way
And my love for you grows more and more everyday

By Yasmin.Sh🌻