Dear God,
I’ve been told,
that if I’m sad,
You can make me happy.
But I’ve been in pain,
almost every day.
It all started
when Dad went away.
All kinds of people said that You took him,
and that I shouldn't worry or cry.
But you know what?
I don’t care what they say,
because they have not the slightest idea of what’s in my heart.
All I know is that my Dad being gone is tearing me apart.
You see, truth is, I miss him so much,
but as long as he is spending time with you,
I think it kinda makes it better for me.
Just before I go, I have one request.
Tell me how mum does it.
Tell me how she has managed to keep her cool all this while.
You see I have poetry, I have dance,
all these I can use to vent out unspeakable sentiments-
all I’ll need is my journal and pen.
But mum,
she has nothing.
No one to hug her.
No one to make her feel safe.
I try to make her feel special,
but at times that’s not like having someone around.
So this time, don’t concentrate on these tears here that are streaming down my cheeks as I type this...
This time round, I'd love it if You’d make her happy.
Make her smile.
Tell her that her kids love her, and tell her that I’ll make sure we have made 1,000,000 more sweet memories before she meets Dad.