My Father Poem by Shri Bhagwan Bawwa
My Father
Holding his finger,
And strolling around the streets,
was my favourite pastime,
when my father was not so old.
I don't know,
when did this all stop and why?
He no more asks me
about my errands,
But keeps waiting for me
till I'm home,
Just ensures it feels at ease;
never says a word or
shows his concern for me
but I know, he cares...
Monday, November 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship
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3/15/2026 10:37:59 PM # 1.0.0
Very nice..