Barely spending half my life in this institution
Trying to be surreptitiously flawless at work
Mine's never been an open book but a mystery
Being here long time ago but seems quite new
While on a tour of duty for my daily bread
A familiar face was set before my very eyes
Caught me jolted with heart filled with glee
Burning with a passion so warm and tender
It's the sweetest countenance I ever did see
My little angel's face so very brightly beaming
An exquisite and pure moment of joy and love
Oh God, how could an angel turn her back?
Only yesterday she's like an unassuming bud
An innocent earthling crawling around her crib
That blossoms into a charming little girl I adore
And never will I go weary because I love her so
As I went my way to an out-of-office work, I found myself in a taxi, my mind drifting to the daily tasks ahead. But as I passed by my five-year-old daughter’s school, my disposition suddenly changed. I caught a glimpse of her small frame waiting by the gate with her nanny, anticipating a ride home. The taxi stopped briefly, and for that fleeting moment, I saw her, then my heart ached with the longing to step out and embrace her.
She is the reason I endure the frustrations of my daily routine, along with my other daughters, nine and ten years old. My wife left for work abroad a few years ago, seeking a better life, and had returned just once since, for a short period of time only.
At my workplace, I keep my personal life private. I work simply to provide for my family. Flaunting my good performance to seek any recognition is not even in my vocabulary. However, there are days I feel like quitting, exhausted from the grind or disheartened by misjudgments. But it's always the thoughts of them that anchor me, reminding that this struggle is no longer for me, it's for them, the ones I hold most dear.
So, as I sat at my desk, my little girl's image lingered in my mind, stirring an extraordinary urge to capture my feelings in words.
And so, this poem is dedicated to her.