THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER FOR HER FATHER...

And spring has come, 

So, so has birth,
And birth has come,
So has the muse of worth.

But, man the fickle man,

Hides behind glower,
And refutes love
Mockery? Perhaps he fears!

Loved? or not?
Love is by most
But so is hate,
But unexpressed,
Love gnaws,
A reminder, of an ever present guilt.

And though the season of spring,
Passed, is it ever late? 
The expression of love?
Nay! Nay!

For though I might seem uncaring
For though I may argue defiant
Can a child hate her father?
And so can her father, ever think?

Nay! Nay!

The love true
Triumphs and time is irrelevant
And so are the changing seasons.

And it with joy and endearment 
I assure, and thank the Mighty
That your eyes ever did behold
For though I might seem all but
My love will persevere 
Through anger, through bitterness
For should it be otherwise?

The love of a daughter for her father...

Jinu Christopher

Feb 16, 2015

It’s my gift of poem to my father on his birthday!