A Belated Poem For My Dad(Acrostic) Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

For you, dear Dad, I should now write
A poem, be it simple, shallow or too direct.
This has been a plan of mine, long-cherished,
Held back though, owing to the lack of tact——
Emotions expressed, you seldom encouraged——
Rarely is Petite so much now determined.

Perhaps you used to feel much frustrated:
Education of a daughter could be such a bore.
To an only child, you're obliged to spare and spoil,
In whatever temper, despite her rage and roar.
Theories to her were useless, much as the preach,
English spooned with apples, cookies and candy.

Look inside your heart, it's sentimental and soft
Oft clothed in capsules for dignity and image loft.
Varied efforts exerted for fortune and success,
Even at the cost that people you misunderstood.
Yet no relative would ever take you for granted,
Of heaven and earth, you are the most important.
Utterly a guardian and guide, you're always on my side.

（Petite，on Father's Day 2009-06-14 ）