Father

When her lap wearied,
but i wasn’t ready to fade,
your shoulder carried the weigh of my head.
 
When her hands pushed me on my feet,
but i was afraid to take the first step
your arms on the other side encouraged to move ahead.
 
When her voice lead to sing rhyme
but i was ashamed of the way i sound
you iterated all the words, now i chant like the prayer of dawn
 
to be continue…

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