UPHILL
Dad said uphill was home
All we had to do was climb, he said
First was saying to roam,
Mom was afraid if I was dead
Could Not roam, couldn't walk
One the way had no one to talk
Masters said we need to go solo
Covered half, when I looked down it was low
The path was good, but wasn’t my favourite
Simple jumping was more than climbing rate
Dad seemed off, like was unconscious
Mom was calm, as she in prayer
Copyright © sisira chowdavarapu | Year Posted 2025
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