He sat at His desk writing the next one.....
Quill and black ink met with white parched paper
It was the year 1983
This was a story about a Father's love for His daughter.
He made sure she was protected
Cushioned from the world around her
As he guided her in her journey into a green and blue place, a whole new experience.
He thought about all the lessons he'd taught her over the years
All the love he'd shown her
Would she be loved in the same way?
When she gets to the green blue place?
He would be with her as he always has
Watch her take her first steps
As she falls and gets back up again
Tries again, stands again
He would blow kisses her way, put smiles on her face
Hold her tears in a bottle
And release them into an ocean of joy.
He sat in his garden writing......
Ballpoint pen met with thin white paper
It was almost the midnight of a new year
This was a story about a Father's love for His daughter.
He was entrusting her in the care of another
Another whose story He'd written many years ago
He had just started a chapter in that book
And His daughter's character had a part to play in that.
In His kitchen, He wrote
A story about a Father's love for His daughter
Chocolate chips and honey met the pale white flour dough.
As He threw the flour dough in the air, He remembered how He carried His daughter in His arms and swung her in the air
Amidst glees of laughter
She knew He'd always be there to catch her
He thought about the time she fell and scraped her knee, how He kissed it and told her everything will be alright
He thought about how His heart swells up with pride knowing she is His daughter
Would she be loved in the same way?
When she gets to the white pages of the next chapter?
He would be with her as He always has
Watch her take her first steps
Carry her when she walked on water
And set her down on solid ground
He would show her who His character has been in all the chapters
And how He is in the midst of this one.
As ink touched paper
He sat at His desk and wrote.
(c) Susie I Amadasun 2021