Treasure Island

Maya Took

(02/10/1984)

Precious Daddy


Where have you been all those years?
Where have you hid your good soft heart?
Why have you been strict all the time-
Just now we go new start

I want to hug you, feel close-
But sometimes frightened by those-
Days of you cruelness and imposed threats.

I wish it will be ever so-
Green, peaceful spirit no awe!
Being ever happy and only joy
Will fill our hearts!

Dear daddy,
Now is the time to say,
That my days are happy and gay!
You are prince charming and all
I pray our togetherness will rise and never fall!

You became now immortal
In these words and deeds,
I can joyfully cry now-
For the newly born love seeds.

Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008
Edited: Sunday, April 13, 2008

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