Father Like Sun

My time is very limited during the day. Growing older is like darkness falling, I am getting older —gradually fading away. You are my daughter and my sky. My glow will always be felt and seen on Earth even though I am in the heavens, millions and millions of miles away.

As you get older and mature throughout life you will encounter the storms of life; the storms will take you by surprise. But I am always here brightening up your day because you are the skies.

Sunny days during relationships will eclipse, get dull, and eventually will come to its demise. I don’t speak to the owl. I have nothing to say to her but cordial words like hey during the sunset, and goodbye when the sunrises—as she rescinds back to her nest and hides.

You may wonder what ever happened between me — the sun, and your mother —the owl? Well I am going to put things this way. Everything in life, including life itself, and relationships has its season. The birds, the trees, the clouds, the owl, all need the sun for their own reasons. But once the brightness and warmth of the honey moon phase is done, the partnership between the owl and the sun is no longer any fun; when it comes to certain species the moon is more suitable for some.

Between the sun and the owl, the compromise, the mutual understanding, the commitment, the growth, the respect, the love, and the care, was just not there. Further on down the line, our sustainability as a pair became compromised; love then disappeared in the thin air due to the owls’ acts of betrayal and despair.

You have eyes, but one day you will not be able to see me solely with your naked pair. It takes a special set of eyes to withstand the sight of me as my angelic halo glares. Even though I am in the heavens permanently living there, I will always be here with you on Earth’s frontier. During your darkest hours in life, I really don’t disappear. You are my daughter, my sky. You are my atmosphere. Through you I will always be here.