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.