A tribute to Dad

My Dad in a Scottish attire as ‘Rob Roy’ during a costume contest held by the Eurasian club. He was a bachelor then. He took second place in the contest.

A talented man was my Dad.
Cannot, a word not used by him.
New things he would try.
Until he’d got it right.

He sewed a dress for me.
From a magazine he studied.
Measurements on paper, cut out.
Tacking and hemming, my dress sewed.

A hat of blue with lace.
I watched him at work.
A tailor he could have been.
A hat to church I wore proudly.

A master chef in the kitchen.
Dishes spiced with his love.
Cooking a passion in him.
Always a new recipe to try.

Baking took centre stage too.
Cocoa cakes, Sugi cakes, butter cakes.
Bread puddings and sweat deserts.
A baker at heart, happily baking.

His toolbox another trademark.
A handyman around the house.
A plumber, an electrician, a carpenter.
Not only a fixer; a builder too.

From discarded plywood,
he made table-tennis bats for us.
He taught us the art of kite-making.
And how to use tools safely.

A set of wooden furniture inherited.
Lovingly he restored this gift.
To what it once was before.
These became mine to treasure.

The dance floor his domain.
At least one dance with each lady.
A storyteller; a tale he would spin.
Nights seated around him listening.

A strong, muscled man.
Workman’s hand, big and rough.
What was known as a woman’s domain,
he viewed as equality between both.

I watched; I learned; from my Dad.
Never a dull moment with this man.
Always ready to learn new things.
Never giving up; he’d try again.

He is gone, his voice I still hear.
Patiently teaching me all he knows.
When I tell him I cannot, it’s hard.
His voice, “You can Honey girl, try again.”

A 100-years ago today you were born. Your memory lives on in my heart,
Happy Birthday Daddy.
23 May 1917 – 17 December 1976

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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