Daughter

.                                                    ‘Distance’ (C) Daffodil ‘-07

I was there when you cried                                                    
Writing your first baby ‘e’
Broke the heart of our family.
.
I was there when you ask
‘How did pebbles get mixed
In the milled rice’
.
I was there when you wonder
Why the moon walk with us, yonder
I was there in December
.
When the crash boom bang
Of New Year sadly presages
The distance we have to bear
.
Daughter, my hands are crippled
Devoted in counting the days when
Destiny bring us back together, again.

~ by savgargin on October 27, 2007.