My First True Love: A poem by Renette Dsouza

I waited endlessly at the window for hours

Waited patiently without ever getting bored

Waiting for him to magically appear

My eyes fixated at the end of the road.

His laughter like the first outburst of rain

On a glorious warm sunny afternoon

His smile, cool like the wind that blows

His face constantly glowing like a full moon.

When he spoke, his words were gentle

With a softness in his voice

His eyes sparkling with tenderness

In his arms, my heart would rejoice. 

I'd run into his arms as I saw him

And he would  lift  me high up  in the air

Then swirl me round and round and round

And tickle me everywhere. 

We'd take long walks in the park

He read me stories that made me glad

And tucked me into bed till I fell asleep

He is my first true love... My Dad.