Complex [ Poems ]

Story of dear father

Strong arms held me up in the air,
I looked at the one in front of me,
The one whom I called my father.

Mother said father is the backbone of our family,
The pillar that support us together,
The head of the family.

'A men is a natural leader',
Was what he said to me one day,
When he took me out for a walk,
An icecream in hand.

Unlike mother,
I rarely saw father,
As he was the source of income,
For us to keep on living peacefully.

Even so,
He managed to spend some time with us,
And I especially like it,
Whenever he read me story books,
And staring at mother lovingly.

I am grateful for being born into this world,
For witnessing the sight between the two of you,
And having the world embraced me with open arms,
Even as dark as it may,
For I knew the corrupted hearts of human.

The amount of time I spend with you is precious,
For I knew that once either one of you leave,
The other will soon bound to follow.

And as soon as I grow up,
I will definitely learn it,
The burden that both of you once faced together,
Of a child and a family.