Sunday, April 15, 2007
15-16 April 2007 Monday
tears drip and drop.
it just rolled down my cheeks during chinese lessons.
i suddenly thought of you, daddy.
and when i heard teacher announce that i won the 2nd place for the secondary four chinese composition, i just can't control.
i controlled.
i stone.
i thought.
i drew.
a heart saying i miss you, papa.
i was sad on that day.
no one knows.
i didn't show.
went home to blog.
let it rain.
let it pour.
let it roll down my cheeks.
it really rain.
it really poured.
it really rolled down from that big bright sky.
the sun was bright.
but it rained.
was it daddy,
tears of joy up there?
there was always an answer when i played "someone's watching over me", this very day.
was it daddy,
signalling me?
from then on,
i love the rain.
that from it,
i wished upon.
for the lost i had,
the strength i gain.
you were gone,
but not totally.
for i had know,
you,
the best of the best daddy,
will be...
watching over me.
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