My Dad

There is no swing like his hand

That craddled me across the wind

That is no floret couch like his lap

Where I was put to many a nap

He made me happy 

In his own way

For all the words unspoken

I bestow this as a token

I always loved the child in me

Under the shade of a tree

He loved me before our first meet

And I loved chasing his feet

I would like to be his mirror

His choices like no to any OR

He taught me to be gentle

Abandon from any rebel

I am gifted indeed

With all he as a need

I beg you lord

without him I cannot afford

Never kept me lone in this globe

As venom as a lobe

Shall I Have to go through

Its uneasy although

Tie us like the sea and the shore

As a last resort i swear