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…
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