can you see through it
through the pretence and facade
the vulnerable woman in me
pining for you
to take me in your protective arms
and be a girl once again
can you see through it
through the pretence and facade
the vulnerable woman in me
pining for you
to take me in your protective arms
and be a girl once again
there is always a glow
in somebody else’s house
looking from the outside
but
you cannot imagine
your house
to have the same luminosity
when others
view you in your home
so
It always is not true
what glitters…
is not always heaven
my thoughts of you
haunt me
I trace my memories
to the good times
you made me have
as a child
you were always
the better parent
Dad
my friend philosopher guide
as you look down from the heavens
happy Father’s Day daddy
It was 49 years back,
In a small hospital room ,
A tiny baby girl was born,
For her father she was a boon.
As she was the youngest of three sisters,
The relatives had wished for a boy,
They were not happy,
She was unwanted, they cried.
But her father loved her,
And always held her close to his heart,
Never let her alone in the cold,
From her he could not part.
She grew up loving her father,
He was her friend, philosopher, guide,
She became a doctor as he wanted,
In her he took pride.
Today it is that girl’s birthday,
And she remembers him, as she writes this,
Dad, you made me what I am,
But you, I will always miss.