My Father
Come on, he said, you've got it on your plate,
Stop clicking your pen and do concentrate;
It's just a small triangle twisted at an angle,
What's gotten your concepts in a muddy tangle?
Iam going on a tour, he said, on office business,
Dad, I want a barbie in a pink frilly dress!
But lo and behold, the suitcase overflowed,
With all our favorite things hidden in it's fold;
Dad, I grew tall, I said, do you want to see,
And I stood beside him, straightening out my knee;
Oh, you reached my pocket, it's just a matter of time!
Till you are tall as your mother, just a few months down the line;
All the little things, all the golden moments,
All the things I gained, my accomplishments;
Dad, you were the pillar, did I ever tell you that?
My wonderful father and the world's very best!
Copyright © Archita Apelagunta Kama | Year Posted 2022
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