The first hero in any girl's life is her father. I am no exception to this fact.
In fact, three years after my father expired on his death anniversary I wrote my first spontaneous poem. It was for him, about him and a hope to reach out in some way, anyway possible. Its crazy that no matter how old you are, when you place yourself in relation to your parents you feel like a tiny kid again.
Here is my poem,
Daddy
He was there since we were born,
Woke us up daily with a song,
made us feel so strong and pretty...
He was a man without whom I couldnt sleep,
Was always busy waiting with a leap
to hold him tight and have the same
given back to me while he called my name...
Lovely daddy, how I miss you,
Everyday I want to kiss you
Even if three years have gone,
You have been replaced by none
In my heart you will stay,
Everyday I will continue to pray
That you live in me for all life long
So that I can sing this song
Mollu mollu ambili kutty
I hope to make them feel strong and pretty ......
Like this poem?
Mollu, ambili kutty are words of endearment in Malayalam, my Father's mother tongue.
This language is mainly spoken in Kerala and its people.
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