My Flight Teacher Poem by fatemeh zolfagharian
My Flight Teacher
I still remember
your childish commands
when you gave the orders
to the soldiers with your hand
to bow before the Queen
in my fantastic land
I was your princess
and you were my proud
I still feel your hand
dad, your generous rough hand
when my little fingers
had been lost in your demand
when you embraced me
and spinning me around
you taught me how to fly
as high to remove all bands
you used to put me on
your shoulders off the ground
I used to close my eyes
opening my little arms
and fly among the clouds
Dady!
tell to the eagles: my soar,
Is above of their expand
they don't know your shoulder
Are the highest heights to stand
Oh how precious! .. Ever such beautiful heart and sentiments! ..
I am dad to a beautiful, most loving daughter. Reading the poem, I just thought of her. And proud to be her dad… Thank You Fatemeh for the beautiful poem
You are very blessed for such times and memories! ... Beyond #S! ...+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
An awesome tribute to your Dad! .. They don't know your shoulder are the highest heights to stand! .. So deeply deeply heart touching! ..
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5/4/2024 7:51:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a beautiful tribute to your dad, fatemeh. I especially loved the last 4 lines.5 stars.
Thanks a million Evelyn.