Memory With Dad. Poem by Eman Awad

He had the world in his right hand,
and his left hand lied on my shoulder.
I was so young and small to understand,
but he made me realise what i wouldn't if i was older.
He held a story about three men,
were they three? i can't seem to remember.
He voice invaded my within,
he was telling me what i'll always linger.
I knew about courage and devotion,
but some times he would lose his grip.
Then tenderly he tells me about the ocean,
so great and in it lies the hero's ship.
Those three men or were they more?
were looking for a great treasure.
I used to fly then fall in the core,
and my excitment was never to be measured.
Even with my little knowledge then,
i knew he created things from his imagination.
He tried to explain more about those men,
we were on a journey to their destination.
We climbed up mountains and we climbed down,
we laughed and we ran for our lives.
We heard the enemy's sound,
we cried as the man fights and strives.
Under a rainy, misty, cloudy and starry skies,
we listen to the men's talk by the fire.
Some used to tell the others lies,
about women he knew and the landes he conqure.
He used to pretend to be tired so,
the story doesn't end today but tomorrow.
But i used to believe him and let him go,
and i tried to predict events in sorrow.
But soon we sit together,
and i breathed his strong voice.
I wished the story will last forever,
but when he gets tired i don't have a choice.
Maybe now the story would take me a day to read,
but i enjoyed it only with him and no one else.
I remember i hated when he used to speed,
up, trying to get to the part when they got the wealth.
But time took away that pleasure,
he told me to finish it by my own.
I got to the part when they found the treasure,
and they were happy to return home.
But i wasn't as happy as they were,
i missed him when i reached the end.
But when i told him he seemed to care,
and i didn't know if he would pretend.
I miss the joy that the story brought,
and i miss those men like i knew them.
It was beautiful but shorter than i thought,
i miss it so but mostly i miss him.
A great friend that once i had,
a great companion to my little mind.
Most of all i miss you dad,
and that was a memory never to be left behind...