After Two Years

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.