The Father and The Pitter-Patter
Small steps etching,
In the water drifting,
It's tinkling,
The pitter-patter,
The girl is a learner,
Taking a leap in a charmer.
The father was waiting
As the rain began heavily drizzling,
Their jokes full of banter and giggling.
The pitter-patter grew bigger,
She took her step further,
Leaving the father and his longing for her.
The father in his prayer,
Hoping for their moments when everything felt simpler,
And they gathered together.
Yanma Hidayah
Sun 30th Mar 2025 18:54
Thank you, Rolph. Those words mean a lot to me. There is a saying: "A father is a first love for his daughter," and that poem tries to represent that. There is a situation when a daughter grows up and starts to form her own thoughts; she begins to determine what is good and what is not for herself, which can create an emotional distance between the daughter and her father.
Recently, I read a piece that gave me perspective. Behind the distance between a father and his daughter, the father experiences longing and reminisces about the memories from when his daughter was little. From that, I think a father has difficulty showing his vulnerable side; he feels he must appear strong so that his child can see him as a figure they can always rely on.
So, personally, I hope this poem can help people see that side of a father.
Lastly, I believe that no matter how far the distance is between a father and his daughter, the love that exists between them makes a father always the safest place for his daughter to return to.
Take care, Rolph.
Regards,
Yanma