A Reflection of My Life: Lessons Learned from My Father
The Hands That Held Me A Daughter’s Tribute to Her Father
I was the apple of his eye, His joy beneath a weary sky. A daughter cradled in embrace, Reflected in her father’s face.
They said I looked like him the most— A mirrored soul, a quiet ghost. A little girl with open gaze, He loved me true through all my days.
From nannies’ arms, he took me near, Dispelled my cries, erased each fear. And when my tears began to fall, His voice would shake, he'd scold them all.
“She must not cry,” he’d sternly say, Then lift me in a soft ballet. He held me close through thick and thin, His heart the place where mine had been.
I battled asthma in my youth, But he, with care and quiet truth, Would rise before the morning tide, And walk me by the oceanside.
He carried me through morning mist, My head still warm from slumber’s kiss. He gave me sea air, not just pills, To heal my breath, to calm my ills.
And magic came without a sound— One day, no wheeze, no sickness found. He healed me not with science, no— But with the love he’d always show.
When school was done, he’d come for me, A coin tucked in his hand with glee. He’d say, “Go buy what brings you joy, A treat, a book, a little toy.”
He’d whisper, “Don’t tell Mum,” and smile, And give me coins once in a while. Those secret gifts, those simple acts, Are now my most beloved facts.
My sister saw, and wounds took root, For I received the sweeter fruit. But though it stirred a jealous flame, He loved us both just not the same.
Our home was not without its cracks, Yet love still held against attacks. They never gave in, never strayed, They stood as one, through dark and shade.
In Saipan's heat, in torn-out shoes, He bore the pain I never knew. He sent me every cent I need, So I could live and learn and feed.
My studies never felt the lack, While he worked hard and broke his back. His sacrifice, a silent song, That pushed my gentle dreams along.
And when I strayed from faith and light, He held my hand, refused the fight. He never shamed, just softly prayed, And planted seeds that never swayed.
He’d say, “Let’s shop if clothes you lack,” And gently pulled my footsteps back. Even as his memory waned, His care for me had not been drained.
He opened bills, he kept them straight, Though time would try to complicate. He still would check, still would insist, His sense of duty still persist.
And when my world was torn and dim, A voice of wisdom came from him. “Why not rebuild from what you own?” A dream was sparked, a seed was sown.
He helped me rise and try anew, To start again, to follow through. He taught me strength was not in might, But waking up and choosing fight.
Then came the hour I feared the most, His breath grew thin, his skin like ghost. They placed a mask upon his face, To try and stall death's cruel pace.
He fought to breathe, he fought to stay, While I knelt down and tried to pray. “Don’t go,” I begged, with trembling voice, “Please stay,” though he had little choice.
I held his hand and kissed his brow, Told him I’m here, I’ll manage now. His eyes on mine, his strength grown weak, Then slipped away without a speak.
At 9:40, breath was gone, A life of love had now moved on. Mum and I stayed till morning's gray, Unable still to walk away.
Now silence echoes where he stood, The man who gave all that he could. Not wealth or gold remains in hand, But strength that still helps me to stand.
No footsteps echo down the hall, No loving knock, no evening call. But in the hush, I hear his song, His love that lived so fierce, so long.
His legacy was love and fight, A steady hand, a guiding light. A will that bent, but never broke, A flame he passed with every stroke.
He taught me how to walk through fire, To rise again, to never tire. To brave the storm when skies were black, To lose with grace and still come back.
He showed me how to hold my ground, When nothing safe could still be found. To never flinch in face of fear, But plant my feet and persevere.
He taught me not to fear the fall, But rise again and give my all. That broken roads can lead somewhere, If traveled with a heart that cares.
That courage lives where love begins, And strength is born when sorrow ends. That even pain, when borne with grace, Can carve a light in darkest place.
He taught me not to chase success, But live with truth and gentleness. That character, not wealth or fame, Will carry forth a family name.
To speak with kindness, act with care, To stand for right when none would dare. To face the world with lifted chin, To fight with heart, and fight to win.
So if I’ve learned through all this pain, It’s how to stand, then rise again. That when the world breaks all apart, You lead with soul, and not just heart.
You do not crumble, fold, or flee— You find your strength in memory. For in my bones, he still survives— The father’s fire that fuels my strides.
Through every trial, I understand: His love still trembles in my hand. If I have learned one truth through pain, It’s never giving up again.
That even when the nights collapse, You rise, you build, you bridge the gaps. You walk ahead, you do not hide, Because your father walks beside.
And though he’s gone, I feel him near, In whispered wind, in falling tear. And through the ache, one truth rings clear: My Dad still walks beside me here.
Caption: A tribute to the man who shaped my life with his love, his sacrifices, and his unwavering strength. This is for every daughter who still feels her father’s presence in the silence. “Through every trial, I understand: His love still trembles in my hand.”
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