In the mild breezes that spur on my oars,
In the keys that help unlock long-forgotten doors,
In the spring following harsh winters of hurt,
In the hope that green offers in shoots fresh out of earth,
In the magic of worlds that ever entertain,
In the healing properties of inspiration while in pain,
In the hands that intricately weave love and care...
It is a father who has ever been there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful tribute to all doting and loving dads world over, elegantly written in insightful poetic diction from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. Profound poem nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Haala and do remain blessed. Indeed, you're a natural poet.