Chitira Warrier

What It Means To Be His Little Princess...

What it means to be like his little princess,

Saw him the day I came to his strong yet tender palms

Felt the tinkle of pride in his eyes

Saw him becoming a child again

On lips that grins on the innocently mischievous me,

Hands that fed me food, love, respect, purity

He who stood by me

He who never left me alone

He without whom, I know nothing

He means the world to me

My First love, my dad...

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Topic(s) of this poem: dad, daddy, father, love, princess

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 8, 2013
Poem Edited: Friday, February 23, 2018

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My first love, My dad!
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