Saturday, June 14, 2008

DAD

Let's take a pause from our mundane activities of everyday life and celebrate our life's most important man: our dads...









(father )

it's not time to make a change,

just relax, take it easy.

you're still young, that's your fault,

there's so much you have to know.

find a girl, settle down,

if you want you can marry.

look at me, i am old, but i'm happy.



i was once like you are now, and i know that it's not easy,

to be calm when you've found something going on.

but take your time, think a lot,

why, think of everything you've got.

for you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.



(son )

how can i try to explain, when i do he turns away again.

it's always been the same, same old story.

from the moment i could talk i was ordered to listen.

now there's a way and i know that i have to go away.

i know i have to go.



(father )

it's not time to make a change,

just sit down, take it slowly.

you're still young, that's your fault,

there's so much you have to go through.

find a girl, settle down,

if you want you can marry.

look at me, i am old, but i'm happy.



(son)

all the times that i cried, keeping all the things i knew inside,

it's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.

if they were right, i'd agree, but it's them you know not me.

now there's a way and i know that i have to go away.

i know i have to go.



Yusuf Islam (cat stevens)




Well, Pops and I hardly get along to tell you the truth. We had the worst fights, and if you saw one of them, you could very well say we both deserve our own Oscars. I get really pissed and aggravated with his drinking; he seems to have way too much. He's a great man, I have the highest respect for him, but when he drinks, its as if my vision goes hazy and all I see is a drunkard. Its a really harsh term--I know--but that's how I feel when I see him that way. One of our fights, he ALMOST hit me and I was SO shocked that I bolted out of the scene and locked myself in my room. The following month, it was Father's Day and I made him a card and wrote a message inside of it, though i was partially not willing to do so. Unfortunately the instance I gave it to him, both of us were alone. As he read the message, I was noticing something unusual in his movements. His high arched back slowly bended as if in defeat, his hands were shaking and and tears welled up in his eyes. An alarm went of in my head---I started to panic. My mind was telling me to slowly side out of the room but my feet was stuck. It wasn't before long that I realized both of us were already crying. I finally saw the father I respected. The man who taught me how to tie my shoelaces and the man who pinched me during church every time I giggle to the eunuch-sound of the priest's voice. It's sappy but it's real. We still have our fierce fights. I'm too headstrong to let them decide things for me. But remembering that exact moment between us, father and daughter makes me realize that we may always disagree on every aspect of my existence and what I do, but he'll always be my Pops.

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