To a Dear Father

What we feel is much more real

than names and titles that we hold.

We are one family- a father dear,

a friendly daughter loves your words.

Your own child may not give ear

to what you say and makes me bright.

I reach the sky when I just hear,

"You are my girl, my source of pride."

We can't drive what's resident in

to trace the lines of a family's chart.

 It's not the gene that chooses kin

but it's, in fact, the choice of heart.

Salma

25/5/2005