Sitting, sitting in that daddy’s lap,
Hearing boom, boom of his strong heart drumming,
She is cradling in the sturdy mountain made cot,
Folded arms and legs crossed lap.
Soothed by warm moist rain, breath,
And the daddy’s low calling
She is warming by the earthy heat,
Fire, coal and anger all burning,
Protecting this nature’s child of the fields,
She’s yields imagination,
She’s grows inspiration,
She sleeps and she dreams,
Of that daddy’s lap,
She never had…
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Left me breathless and speechless, amazing...