Remembering My Dad Poem by Tuwa Noor

The wind enters through the open windows of the south,

Shakes the mosquito curtain like a wave,

The fireflies twinkle in the blind dark night.

Eyes are wide open, would not fall asleep as easily.



Father returns home on the weekend from his work far away.

He tries to catch the last bus of the day.

It's been a long night.

The night becomes deep with the heavy layers of darkness.

The stars in the sky are like the enormous tiny flowers in the grass.

The jack hauls in the forest far away.

The dogs bark them those dwell in the backyard.

The scared bats fly away of the Polyalthia tree with rush in their wings.

Dad may be lost in nowhere like a little boy!

Both eyes are swollen of weeping and crying.



If I knew he would be lost in the sky where the stars twinkle like the fireflies, in their mysterious Milky Way,

I'll leave his address on a piece of paper in the pocket of his brilliant white shirt, washed and ironed out from the near by laundry shop.