Sunday, June 21, 2009

To Abah.


Perhaps we'll never understand each other.
Loving doesn't mean that we agree.
If that were so, then I would say, why bother?
But there are things I know I'll never see.
I'm sure your heart knows what I don't yet know:
The pain of loving a reluctant daughter
I'm sorry for the anger in the air;
Though we fight, my love is always there.

Happy Father's Day, Abah.
Where ever you are...

We had never see eye to eye since I was a child, hadn't we?