I am a simple girl,
one in the maddening crowd, like you ,her and them,
But daddy says, I am
his pride…..strongest and prettiest.
Are all daddies like
mine?
May be, may be not,
but mine is surely the best.
When I was a kid, he
was my playmate
And he would turn a
storyteller when I cribbed going to bed.
Patiently he would sit
through with an animated face
As I would blabber
gibberish hours on end.
He made me collages,
and paper mashe toys,
And he would work just
as hard on each of my rehearsals
He cut his needs so that
I could get mine
And he was the
happiest one when I brought home a prize
Dad is still at his
best even after so many years
He understands the
words in my silence, the pain in my arrogance
He cracks jokes at the
most tragic moments
He walks miles searching for my medicines
He still lends a
patient ear to my bitter sweet nonsense
We are still partners
in crime,
While stealing
chocolates from the fridge
He is still my best
cook, my wish , his command.
But beyond this and
more, he is my hero,
because he has taught me
life’s biggest lessons
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