I comb my hair,
And wonder I go where.
I go soon on my bed,
I hug n chatter wit my ted.
I wait if soon arrives my dad,
And banishes all the bad.
He comes as glow in black,
And pats me at my back.
When I wouldn't sleep at night,
You sing to me n hold my hands tight.
When scared things wouldn't go out right,
You pray the gods n angels to keep a sight,
Nd give me a kiss n say me good night.
I fall asleep, go there dreaming,
All wake up when sun starts rising.
I have 4 daughters and two sons, and although I don't run them off, I do treat them different then my girls. Great poem, Sonia. Thanks for sharing Peace
Thanks for ur commet And yeah my dad treats me the same way that is why dad are very special and different for daughters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with lovely rhyme scheme, well articulated and insightfully penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9
Hey dike thanks for ur comment