Anyway...I guess the reason why I wake up at 6am now is because I have come up with this random idea for a new post. I don't have a new inspiration for a new poem or story or arts & crafts project (BOOO, Mich what happen to you??? You're supposed to come out with a new creation, I mean you're creative, right?) but I'm just gonna post a couple of my previous pieces for Fathers' Day. I mean, hey, I may be a writer, artist, blogger, and photographer, but sometimes I can get so caught up with things I got creative block, okay? It's just that I'm thinking things through these two months, so just give me time to go through my emotions if you please.
This is a Fathers' Day poem I wrote a few years ago. I'm not sure whether I'm gonna edit it but I think this is a pretty decent piece even though it's a draft..
Behind The Muscles of My Father
Under the roof of my family,
A man supports us financially,
And care for us just the same as our mother does,
He is my father.
He always has his armour set aside,
To shield us away from upcoming danger,
He always reads me and my siblings,
A heavy riot act to discipline us,
He also seasons us with drops of advice
So that we can be successful in the future.
He plants morale into us,
By encouraging us to join in all kinds of events & clubs,
He brags on and on about Chinese History,
Which send my brain to somewhere else,
But that is his interest,
When he is home, he sticks to the screen watching Chinese news or sports matches,
He even helps us with school work to erase the anxiety of our problems in academics.
I remembered the old times when he used to carry me
With his two muscular arms,
Or perhaps he gave me a piggyback ride,
He is still in his fit form until now,
Behind his muscles,
I can see his aura filled with kindness,
Followed by confidence, strength and courage,
To risk all his might to protect my family.
I always know he is there for me,
And he definitely cast out the whirlwind of faith to me,
Whenever I’m wrapped by fear, worry or sadness,
He has the dignity to chase them away,
All I would like to say is thank you,
For everything you’ve done for me,
And the answer is already there,
Behind these muscles of my father.
A man supports us financially,
And care for us just the same as our mother does,
He is my father.
He always has his armour set aside,
To shield us away from upcoming danger,
He always reads me and my siblings,
A heavy riot act to discipline us,
He also seasons us with drops of advice
So that we can be successful in the future.
He plants morale into us,
By encouraging us to join in all kinds of events & clubs,
He brags on and on about Chinese History,
Which send my brain to somewhere else,
But that is his interest,
When he is home, he sticks to the screen watching Chinese news or sports matches,
He even helps us with school work to erase the anxiety of our problems in academics.
I remembered the old times when he used to carry me
With his two muscular arms,
Or perhaps he gave me a piggyback ride,
He is still in his fit form until now,
Behind his muscles,
I can see his aura filled with kindness,
Followed by confidence, strength and courage,
To risk all his might to protect my family.
I always know he is there for me,
And he definitely cast out the whirlwind of faith to me,
Whenever I’m wrapped by fear, worry or sadness,
He has the dignity to chase them away,
All I would like to say is thank you,
For everything you’ve done for me,
And the answer is already there,
Behind these muscles of my father.
Another one is a memoir chapter I wrote for the Memoir Writing class last semester. I've included Dad as an important character of this chapter, including how he approach to religion. You can check it out here:
Through my eyes from a child to a young adult, I see character development in my dad from being a Methodist, grumpy person into a God-loving, patient person. I might include more of Dad in my first memoir about his change of character. Speaking of memoir, I know that I've left my memoir blog hanging for weeks. So I won't be going through the chapters in order, I'm planning to write chapters that I'm thinking of sharing, something that I think it would be interesting to write like how I start writing or how I got bullied.
It's just that I got distracted with my job hunt. But since I decided to push the job search away and try volunteering instead, I'm still worried about whether I deserve to be volunteering since I'm different from the rest of the world in terms of verbal communication. Call me a loser, I'm just having lack of confidence. But I'm gonna try anyway.
Okay, why am I blabbering? Moving on! So these two writing pieces are about my father, but I have to be honest, ever since I'm here without Dad, I feel that my house isn't complete with Dad around. I mean he is still at the other side of the earth just to earn money for us but without him here, I can't exactly remember the advice and the memories he has given to me. The last thing I remember is when he assisted me in driving. I remember how patient he was in telling me the rights and wrongs in controlling the car on the roads. He's a way better instructor than my mom! Oh, you have no idea how Mom suddenly squawked like a panicking rooster when I nearly knock against the bumper of a freaking speeding vehicle.
Now my mind is in a blurry, I can't think of any further memories about my dad. But if I do (hopefully before the end of the day), I'll post some here... so again to all dads, happy fathers' day and I'll see you in the next post!
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