My Dad’s Legacy
Renay Intisar Jihad
There will always be love poems because there will always be you. Velvety, melodic, jazzy voice. Skin the color of tanned ginger root. Piercing eyes that revel in life’s rewards. Near or far, firm hands that rule.
There will always be love poems because there will always be you. You spun everlasting connections across time, into space. You passed on lessons learned to your children and mate: Taught with passion and took charge. You ingrained “the path” into our hearts. “The Book” ushered you into the pearly gates.
There will always be love poems because there will always be you. Like blazing fire on a wintry day, you replaced a chilly room with warmth and ease. The aura of your presence, embers red, orange, and yellow tones, soothed our hearts, mind, and bones.
You were a sunbeam piercing through a mound of clouds. The scale of your force let us know without a doubt, our cozy home was a safe zone.
We still see your sway and notice your grin in the men we married: Confident, Affectionate, Nurturers. We observe your strength and praise the dignity in the children we have raised: Accomplished, Faithful, and Humble.
