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The tiger and the lion
“There was once a tiger and a lion, both pretty strong
The lion catches his prey, and only leaves the bone
But the tiger ran up to him, saying “hey that is wrong!
What about that deer’s family, which is now on its own?”
“I know it feels not right, but I gotta survive
Just like that deer’s family, mine is waiting for me
I know it feels not right, but I gotta stay alive
I see your point, next time I will hurt nobody
With eyes not staying open, she asked, what happened to those two?
“You’ll see when we continue, possibly tomorrow”
But I can tell you that they’re tired now, and you should be too
Though I hope you learned a lesson that you may follow.
Believe me life is a mess, we gotta stay on track
Observe a situation and don’t be fast to act
There’s different perspectives, the lion shouldn't attack
Without looking at different views, that’s a fact
Buried under the blanket, staying warm like a fire
Feeling the weight of her dad’s body shift away and close the door
The way his voice would always manage to inspire
Her happiness, every day a bit more
And now many years later, I’m here
Not feeling the warmth of that blanket hugging me severe
But the tension is the same, I can feel it
dance around the room like a storm, bit by bit
The memory of a loved lost one softly dragging tears out of my eyes
I’m sitting here thinking about the way I said my goodbyes,
The way I left and didn’t show my support
I spoke, still crying in some sort
“I know I’m so much older, and I should have mentally grown
Life is hard and scary, and I often feel alone
Only this one time, could we please go back?
Dad, do you have another story to get me back on track?
Of course I do my dearest, they both never died
The lion and the tiger magically survived
In our minds rather than physically
But if we believe, then they’ll last for infinity
“It was once a tiger and a lion, both never sad
That’s what they were told, emotions are bad
One day, the tiger’s grandma was feeling very weak
“My little tiger”, she said while touching his cheek.
“It’s time for me to go, to experience the afterlife
you shall be strong and continue, you only just turned 5”
“Grandma you can’t leave me, you were always by my side!”
Finally he broke down, and for the first time he cried.
The lion as a good friend, stayed with him all the time
Told him it’s okay to cry, we all feel that way sometime
I think what's going to help you is nothing from above
what you need is a hug, because what always works is love
And so he ends that story with another message
Leaving his little girl with another lesson
But his little girl understood, fully grown
Full of knowledge, which used to be unknown
And so that little girl speaks, words of wisdom working their way
The dad knows, that new feeling, it’s going to stay
That feeling of accomplishment, that feeling of being proud
He knew she felt that way too when she spoke out loud
Oh my what a message you made,
I understand now, that thought was a shade
Not realized until the very end
‘Love was always my best friend’
Time is not money but a gift, we shall use it
If you truly love someone then show it,
I understand now, there’s no more powerful thing as such
Thanks for everything. Dad, I love you so much.
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I am an exchange student from Switzerland, and I'm currently studying abroad in the United States. This poem is about the bedtime stories that my dad always told me. It means a lot to me, because I'm homesick and I really miss my dad. He was always my best friend and biggest supporter.