Things Unsaid

To the one who never leaves an opportunity to smother me with love and kindness.
My hands are shaking a bit, I’m feeling a little perplexed. I remember the time you held my hand when I didn’t want to leave mom and go to school. My feet were jammed on the ground, my face on the brink of crying.
Today, I feel grateful to you for pushing me to take the first step.
I was scared of the dark. You never painted galaxies on the back of my palm to make me feel less insecure. You taught me that sometimes, to come out of a dark place, you need to be shown excess light.
Thank you for being the light, for being my saviour.
I don’t say this often but it really did mean everything to me when the poems I initially wrote, which apparently had no standard, no class were still rated with 7 stars by you.
Maybe, that is what helped me fall more in love with writing.
I’m sure that you do notice, you’re not an unsung hero for me. I may not tell you out loud how much I respect you for being the dad you are, but I like to show it to you in subtle, little ways.
I’ve never told you this. At times, I’ve felt exasperated to the level that I wanted to give up. Reason?
I had an argument with you. I will never know what being my dad feels like, if the experience is overwhelming or makes you proud.
Your words of advice are ethereal phrases which help me when I am at my lowest.
I really have not known anyone like you, someone who can make me smile when I might want to cry for an hour straight. You’re a person with infectious energy and happy little giggles. You’re the one who is there in all my favourite memories.
My life exists within the realms of the ceaseless love you shower me with.
I’m just listing down the things I have never told you, the things unsaid, the things beautiful.
The things which I can never justify through word of mouth.