Just A Story

papa

Am wondering carelessly in the vast space of my human imagination.... Asking energetically what it takes to carry a mustache Beard and a bald head....What is it like to have a split personality....How creative can you be to act angered while deep inside... Celebrating that your own is learning....How passionately you wait for we to make our mistakes but still standing next as a guideline.... I still wonder how you carry such a big name on your tag.
At 3 you tied my shoe laces...And at 14 you tied my tie....The acts is the same so is the course....But the difference is the time...And years you've added to your age....

I marvel, at the marvelous structure you erected..And we called it home....I marvel at the  effort you employ to make me look good....I can't tire to hail praises on you in January and in June the father's month...I can shame to post you on social media and write these words in bold *"wrote the Bible"*...Coz to me you are the Jesus they talk about..
Michael the archangel... Gabriel the messenger....David the harpist... Solomon the king...Not forgetting Samson the protector..
I wonder how you carry such a big name in your tag...
From day zero to now...I can't find more to say better than your name in my poetry.....I can't find more to do better than make daddy proud...And when I make it...I'll want you to call me like you used to 'mum'

Sign off love DotA🎩