I tried to reach your little thumb
And feel your soul with in your palm
You cried and scream oh little girl,
Papa's here dont you cry.
A week has passed, I pack my bag
I took a cab and grab my bag.
I flew away but promised to stay
Papa's here dont you cry.
9 month has passed, I saw you cry
I grab my tab and tried to say hi!,
You stared at me and tried to smile,
But what you saw was not my smile.
Hope you'll grow with love bestowed
Tears wont flow, because I flew
I will be true and get back to you
Papa will love you even if I'm far from you
YOU ARE READING
Father's Love "Ofw story"
PoetryA simple poem by a father who missed his child whom he left a week after it was born