Poem To My Father
I have decided to re post my favorite poem that dedicated to my late father.
Sit Mone
Poem To My Father
Father…
You said you wanted to see a free Burma
You have left this world without seeing it..
Father…
You taught me English in a very remote town of Burma
You did not buy toys, but books
You did not tell fairytales, but real stories of heroes from Aung San to Lincoln…
Father…
When the first man landed on the moon, you woke me up early in the morning
To listen to the voice:” The Eagle has landed” from VOA
His message was ” When there is a will, there is a way”.
Father…
When I was a teenager, you started telling me about democracy;
Liberty,Freedom, Equality,…and all the Universal Values
Separation of power in Democracy ..
and you made me aware that ” Burma was under the Tyrannic Rule”
Father…
I remember the day.. you read to me Readers Digest
About a brave man called”Gogi” who survived a plane crash at below zero degree Celcius in the Arctic,
And instilled the knowledge of courage
Father…
Let me recall the day… you gave me the book
‘Papillon’.
Until now I still keep this book with me
For the struggle against wrongful punishment
The theme you wanted me to cherish…
Father…
When I came back during the University Holidays
We sipped cups of tea… with Laphet together
Sometimes we forgot to keep track of time … our talks went far into midnight
What we talked about was … how to change Burma
Father..
During the year 1988…you have shown me courage
That I will never forget
Dedicated to the country that you love with pride..
Father...
The day that you had a heart attack..
You were unconscious..in a ward
When you woke up …the first question you asked was
“Did NLD win in a landslide?”
Father...
You survived for another decade
You were busy listening to the radio when ever I visited Rangoon
However you refused to follow me to the free world
Always optimistic …Daw Suu was the hero
Father
You told me Daw Suu…was an unexpected gift for Burmese Democracy
She was not in Shu Maung’s game plan..
And you believed that the truth will prevail
Father
You encouraged me to migrate early
Nevertheless, always reminding me not to forget my roots
Make sure that all his children will always love Burma
Father…
You are no more around.. in this world
But your dream…The Freedom of Burma is now not impossible
With unity..and help of those who would love Freedom for Burma.
Dedicated to my late father who passed away a few years ago, without seeing a FREE BURMA
Sit Mone
