The Blessing Of The Father Poem by Sharyaurai Riang

I’m, the source of life for my daughter,

I will extend my blessing to her forever.


My grandchildren start their day,

With my warm blessing ray.


The flowers laugh,

The plants grow;

The small creations cheer,

And the deers drink water from the lake near.


The birds fly,

Under the open sky.

And the oceans sigh;

To descend the rain,

When my daughter is in pain.


So, I as to say,

Red, yellow, green and grey;

I’m the father of my charming dear,

With the responsibility of taking care of her,

At anytime and anywhere…