Treasure Island

Christina de Vries

(21.11.1987 / Tønsberg)

My Dad


When I was little he was my hero with an invisible cape
With stories in books we would together escape
He taught me the joy in words written down
He was my teacher but also my clown

We traveled a lot him and me
He showed me how fun exploring could be
We didn’t always agree even though he wanted my best
And at times I didn’t make him all that impressed

After my teens I so wanted to make it on my own
Not realizing that I didn’t have to do everything alone
For long I thought asking for help was the same as to fail
Like having a ship but not a single sail

Now I know that asking is not giving up
Maybe that is what they call growing up
Now I know that if I’m struggling or sad
I can always go and talk to my dad

It took some growing up to see
That we weren’t so different him and me
But still I don’t say this as often as I should do;
Dad, I hope you know how much I love you!

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013

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My father's day present to my dad

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