My sweet daddy
Carrying me daily to shop
Buying for me anything i want
Giving a proud smile at me
When i become proud
Giving a sad look
When you saw the tears in my eyes
Giving me all your happiness
And taking all my sorrows
Thinking about me all day and all night
Even if you are not near to me
Helping handy my sweet daddy
I want you to carry me whenever i want
I already got a daddy like all thoughts in my mind
Every position is hard to get
But a position of a daddy is endless hard to get
"Father is running for me in a endless room
Daughter is telling this to make him proud"
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8th of my words😍😍😍
Poetryguys this is not a story it's my poems .I'm 13 .the meaning of the title is whatever i wrote in my 8th std is there in this .this poem is my first ever
