Marchal Hawk Stevenson the father, poet and a talented story writer, short before he passes away of cancer, he writes a letter for his daughter Abigail, who was only 8 months at the time he died. He requested his wife Ann (Anny) not to give her this letter till she is 21 years old.

In this letter he describes himself to his daughter who had never seen him. He also speaks about life and how it goes, and speaks also about love and how it works...

Now Anny is 21 and she will open the letter and read..

Dear Anny...

Using your imagination and your heart, write with us the letter to anny, to help her know better about any aspect you see worth mentioning...


Good Luck Everyone!

Dear Any my beloved daughter

Its so surprising here I am described through media as being among greatest poet, but I write you this letter with one thing in my mind I’m a poet who is running short with words just like I’m running short of life. So my only regret of dying is I would not be physically here to witness your life journey, to hold your hand and walk you through life. To be the back bone when ever you fall, to pick you up in your mid of your falls, and straight away throw you out, against the wind so you will gather your courage to fly without a glimpse behind, as you know when you take a flight against the wind you just fly with all your strength and that is how you pick up through your journey of flying. What soothes me that I have pushed you out there to the wind, you have learned somehow to fly the hard way as I was not there to fly with you. So death was so kind to me knowing that you are like a bird, once thrown to the wind you will gather your courage to fly because you are born to fly. My child if the wind has turned to be a storm, don’t disappear, you will reach your journey but you just have to find a new path.

Here I’m again falling short with words, and how to leave you a note of goodbye. I have this believe that death does not separate us, it just prevent us to physically feel the love. Yet you know we are not merely bodies, so our bodies transcends beyond our physique. So when life journeys seem to twinge on your heart, whisper a prayer to the Creator of this existence and don’t forget to whisper to me all what hurts you. Though I would not be capable to physically soothe it for you but you will touch my presents. I will remind you again how to be that little bird facing the wind as you take a new flight.

Now remember, that I’m here closer than you think. Not only when life agonies takes a toll on you, but I take a pride being there when you glow in happiness. So I will stand along your side thanking Our Creator for bringing such blessings into your life. So as you glide in your happiness don’t ever forget to Thank the one who created you for His Mercy is the Master of your life. I might be your father but your sailing boat needs the wind. So each day dont miss your paryers, the paryer to the one who created this universe along with it your parents and you. The creator of the wind, so with His Mercy you will not run out short of wind in the mid of sailing...

Your Loving Father

Im not so good at this but hey its worth the try

Im not so good at this but hey its worth the try

That was very much 'NOT' true... Nice Nasra, and yes you have done it right very well! Also you could have put it in a more rhymed verse, something more musical, which I mean you can try so and sure you will bring magic to us!

Let us develop the subject more further!

My short version.... consider it an extract..lol

Dear Anny,

I believe by the time you read this I will be long gone and you'd be a grown up young lady who's probably got a part of me in her. I wished I could tell you this in person, and live to see you grow. But I am ever proud of you in my absence as much as I would be in my presence my daughter.

There will be times when you will look up at the sky and wonder what life & death holds for you, and what has happened to me. I'm sorry I perished to where you couldn't follow. I'm sorry I can't be there to look out for you. But I know I will live on in your memories, and I am in you more than you believe Anny. Take the challenge, and follow your aims in life no matter what objects fall on your way. If ever i could, i would be there to guide you. You are the daughter of ______(name). And my daughter you will always be.

With Love,
Dad

Lovely TTT