75.An Epistle.

24th October 2016.

Prompt- Write a poem in the form of a letter (epistle) from
http://jhtw.com/poetry-prompts/

To my beloved daughter,

These are those words that I might never speak to you, yet I wish I could say.

I do not have any excuses for not being there for you always, but my dear, I'm far from perfect.

I hope someday you'll overlook my imperfections and see only my love for you,

Yet that might only be my wishful thinking, maybe there are too many flaws in me.

All that does not matter, for now it's your time to live and rule this world.

Follow your heart and pursue your dreams.

I will always fear for your safety and might object to most of your wishes,

But know this that , I'll never be the obstacle that stands between you and your happiness.

I might shout or cry or argue with you, over your decisions

But in my heart I'll always be proud of your choices and my blessings would be with you.

And my dear, even if you make the wrong choices, one too many times,

Never hesitate to return home, for I'll always be waiting for you, with open arms.

This is dedicated to my daughter.

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