I felt like you call me,
Or did I?
Finally I've come now;
To see you.
I grasp you,
By your voice,
That I once heard,
In my mum's womb.
I admire you papa,
Hold me in your arms,
I love to be in your care,
Throughout my life!
I see your hands,
Sliding over my face,
I hold your bumpy fingers,
And bring them to my mouth.
I want to caress your face,
With my little hands;
Do kiss me papa,
Here's my first hug to you!
You are my love,
You're my idol,
I adore you papa,
For your selfless love.
YOU ARE READING
Raindrops on Roses
PoetryThis poem symbolises a daughter's love to her father. Father has already established a bond with his daughter by talking to her while she was in her mother's womb. When the newly born hears the same voice, she looks at her father, admiringly. Dedic...
