Rootsy
My dad wrote me letters on pink note paper when he was ill
A parent vulnerable for the first time, my empathy, nil
Later on I grew stronger, I offered my toy up
As a companion for dad in his hospitalisation, yup
I had learnt dad as God, dad as superman
A non-starter, never beat him in a race though, fan
Forever. Before that I'd joined Grandma's
Black hand gang, mint imperials magma.
She'd report us! Who to? Dad? he had
Called mum's mum mum, not a fad
or a phase he was going through, no
He loved his Mother- in- Law, as we all did, blow
To the opposition, challengers to the clan
Close knit we were, remain now, began.
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