This poem is about the day my dad picked me up from the Philippines after two years apart. I didn’t know how to explain what I felt, so I wrote it down the way I remember it.
☁️ Poem:
I remember it vividly,
even with the sun in my eyes.
A tall figure walking toward me
and I wasn’t afraid.
I stayed still
because I knew it wasn’t a stranger.
He spoke first,
tears filling his eyes,
and I asked why he was crying.
“These are tears of joy.”
I had never seen anyone cry like that.
That was the day
I noticed his eyes were blue.
We walked together,
and he held my hand.
I never wanted him to let go.
About the Creator
Paulette Beres
Paulette Beres — poet, esthetician, and mom
I write about love and the quiet kind of healing that comes with time.
My words are memories, prayers, and reminders to never stop growing.
Tiktok: @thoughtsfromp
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