The Tenderness I Feel

The tenderness I feel

Im sitting  at the window looking head

thinking of you every single day

how would I go not talking to you all the way

With the open field  , with the rush of the breeze

with the arms around me holding me so tight

under a tree with the birds singing our tune of life

looking up to see a smile that brightens my soul

with the deeper eyes that has a lot of meaning 

never attending to express but keeps it open at once

I Go on saying is it love i see, is it the tenderness I feel or is it your heart that I hear. But I go on with no words to say. 

I keep on walking right next to you but I tend to fall back,

why? is it fear that I hear, is it danger that I see or is it war that I might say that it might come with no end. or is it the lack of communication between us

I joke and  I laugh yes,  I cry and I sing yes I  fall and I get up yes but when I dance, I feel joyful..why? but when I pray the world shakes into tears of joy. 

with the voice I hold for so long, that tends to keep it shut and brought to shame, is hidden in a deep place that seems to far and to far away from you,

I try to  understand more clearer but its not clicking in my inter peace . 

I try to do the best that I can, but nobody is perfect

I try to build upon my faith but my surroundings is another story

This tenderness that I feel almost throbs my throat into two. 

How would I go not talking to you all the way through my living life of day.

A person might say just give up  but I say they are wrong because you are my father, that gaved me your breath and a life that has a future for all of us indeed. If not that,then why are we here? thats the question. 

the tenderness that I feel is the tenderness of your warmth of love that can never separate from us. You are my love, eye, friend, father, protecter, you are my everything. 

By : Jacqueline Ndayizeye