From the day i was born,
He raised me as a rose
Watered me with his sweats
And fenced me with his arms.
With his trembling hands
Counted my age on his fingers,
Wishing me to be bloomed soon,
Into a fruitful youth.
Absolutely not the best,
But faced the worst
To light my world
And lead me forward.
He worked beyond endurance
In sweat and blood,
Wrinkled his face earlier,
But who reads them..?
Dark at night he prayed
Early in the morning he toiled
From dawn to dusk,
Never he stopped for a rest.
Like the nectar from a divine,
He sucked my noses,
Licked my dirts
And watched me growing.
He argued the passing wind
From disturbing my sleep
And spoke to the silence
Of my tear and smile.
It took him for years,
To smooth my path
And purify my mind,
My dad..... ... a guiding star!
Great flows of words, it's wonderful to see a point of view of your father this way. Wonderful and enlightening.
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WOW simply wonderful! ! ! ! great work! ! ! ! I LOVE MA DAD! ! ! ! nice description.................10+++++++++