A Perfect World (Celebrating Father's Day) Poem by banamala sen

Like many little girls,

My childhood was a lot about playing with my dolls,

Tiny handmade dolls - an adorable family,

Mom and Dad, and children - I made them myself

With fabric and cotton, and thread.

They had a tiny house, which My Dad made for me,

A house made of wood,

With balconies, and railings, and stairs, which enthralled me,

Which fascinated me so much

I thought,

My Dad was the most powerful man on Earth.



My little girl grew up there, and went to school,

Then she got married, to a Prince, which was important, but not the most significant,

It was an extravagant wedding, which was more important, with a fairytale carriage, and irresistible food for guests,

which was my father's lavish gift!

And they lived happily ever after!



I don't have that enchanting doll's house any more,

It was lying uncared for, in a corner after I got married,

Somebody thought - it was occupying too much space,

Nobody played with it any more,

This should be gone,

And...it was gone!



I miss my Dad, I miss my Doll's House,



An unequaled, unrivalled, ultimate house in an imaginary world

of a young girl who visualized the world as flawless as

her father's vision and creation,

With tiniest details, and tenderest wishes

to hand in,

A Perfect World from a Perfect Father to his Perfect Daughter!