It’s that time of the year to say thank you to all those “fathers” who have stepped up and provided for a child physically, mentally and emotionally.
A father is not just a man who “created” life. A “father” is a man who has taken the reigns and provided by their own will. It may be a grandfather, uncle, brother, family friend, or a step-father.
Fathers day is a special day because of the lack of fathers out in the world. Mothers (most) have an instinctual guide to help us parent. Fathers do not (most). I believe this is why it is so easy for so many men to walk away from their own children.
This is why I give father figures the utmost respect because they have taken on a role by their own choice. They have a special kindness in their hearts to embrace the love children give.
Happy Fathers day yesterday, today and tomorrow!
To my own father, thank you for showing me what unconditional love looks and feels like. Thank you for teaching me how to ride a bike, which taught me determination. Thank you for correcting my grammar, which has helped me sound “somewhat intelligent” (haha). Thank you for being my parent. I love you. I miss YOU. You are in my “Strawberry Fields” forever 🍓.
My soul is wrapped around you; twined, tightened, never to rip,
My soul is within yours, breathing, loving, swimming alongside.
Two beautiful souls whom are magnetized.
Tightened ropes may age, they may fringe or burn from el sol, but those two entwined,
When I die, will you remember my eyes? Will you die because of the cries?
When I die, will you come with or live on and be swift? Will you lift up to kiss me good night?
~When I die, I’ll forever remember our times, our cries and those loud sighs. Late night movies while cuddling with cold toes, our scary shows and our Asian-English subtitled woes. Our silly hugs and passionate kisses. Plain and simple-You-and-I~
When I die, shed a tear of life for we met when times were adrift. Political hate and life on a whim. Global warming while you held me during cold foldings.
When I die, I will explode with confetti as each tear is my life I chose share. I have been filled with love and laughter.
Remember as you stare up not down at my sunny glares.
I love you today, tomorrow and forever until we lay together at bay….
-Cami*Star at the end of 2016
(I’m not quite sure why I chose to write this piece. I am not dying nor physically ill. I presume it is because of all the deaths this past week. Many famous icons have passed this week and death must be on my mind. I don’t feel like death is upon me, but I suppose I wanted to share the love I have. I’m not quite sure. But this piece does share the deep love I have with the ❤ of my life).
My love. My confidant. The man who holds my heart. I knew he was out there. I knew time would lead me to him. One year later and I am the happiest I’ve ever been. That is love.
He is my friend who I can share my thoughts with. He is my co-parent who accepted my 5 year old as his own. Who does that? A real man! This man! My man!
We compliment each other with our own quirky ways. We are like a scale…always evening life out. I have never felt so complete as I do with my number one man.
He plays his guitar as he sings to lyrics that come to his mind. I write with my pen as I write words to create stories. We are a ying and yang of the life of artists.
He is my muse and I am his backbone. He is my King and I his Queen. We rule our world with love, freedom, compassion and most importantly….with unconditional love.
“His hands are as soft as black velvet rose petals”
Give her a garden and she’ll fruit your life,
Give her water and she’ll drench your soul,
Give her your heart and she’ll bleed with you,
Give her love and she’ll love you more,
Give her everything you have ever wanted
and she’ll be your Queen until death do you part.
-To the King who has changed my life forever.
He asked her to
swim in the depths
of his ocean,
Her life is forever
in his ocean,
low and high
Happiness in hands,
when it goes astray,
Feelings of betray,
I’ve laid down my tray,
crackers and cheese,
take me as you please,
you leave it to be,
You will be free,
unfed like the bee’s,
Pollen is missing,
honey is dissing,
Flowers gone hissing.
I lay the tray,
do not betray,
I shall stay away
and eventually turn gray.