Dear father,
How is my mother, how are you?
Your letter came like a sweet rain
In the hot summer loo.
When it came, I was cooking
Cooking for family, cooking for daughter
If you could come like the mail
We could join the dinner together.
Then we could walk in the moonlit night
The beauty of nature forced you to recite.
So many poems with the meanings
And also some wise sayings.
When we would return home
Then mother may scold us.
I would give her some beautiful flowers.
Then she would smile and hug me
And I would say ' I am not late, its he'.
Please father, reply soon
I want to read your letter in the afternoon.
Your loving daughter is waiting for you….
She is missing both of you.
Today is the 3rd Sunday in June, the Fathers' Day. Just felt my heart getting moved heavily to read such a sweet note from an open hearted daughter to a lovable father. An amazing poem no doubt.
A lovely tribute to your father, a wonderful story and personal experience. but I will say that this line Your letter came like a sweet rain In the hot summer loo. made me laugh for very naughty reasons!
when mother scolds daughter is always there to protect her father. Please read my poem My daughter and say your like. Thanks for share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ruma has written this poem for me. I shall not pay thanks to her, because she is my daughter. I love Ruma and I love this poem.