Whenever I am in the Philippines for my annual vacation, I always find time to do my weird exercise. I regularly check every nook and cranny in our house. I consistently inspect every corner to see that everything in our abode is in order. This kind of routine is tedious but in doing so, it actually calms my nerves [and my heart]. It is because I have to make sure that before I travel back to the Middle East, all is settled for my father.
Anyhow, on the eve of my flight, I decided to search for my family’s old photographs. I was combing the drawer of an aged cabinet, when I came across an old piece of literature instead. I was surprised for it was the poem that I have composed more than a decade ago. I wrote it for my dad. Well, it was actually about him.
November is his birth month; and I would like to share my gift to my dad with you- my original and unedited composition.
If Only I Could
If only I could give my dad a chance to choose
Among the situations that he will surely not lose.
If only I could predict
In order for me to warn him from any conflict.
If only I could be his guardian angel
So I could shield him from any tale- tell.
If only I could make him safe from cruel men
Keep and hide; above the sky or deep under the ocean.
If only I could be a fairy
Perhaps, a lamp’s genie.
If only I could grant him his wishes
And to vanish his diseases.
If only I could do everything
Just to unload his suffering.
If only I could give him paradise
Even to the point of self- sacrifice.
If only I could help him
Find his work and away from people’s dim.
If only I could stop his sufferings
In bringing up his offsprings.
If only I could
Yeah, if only I could.