Updated: Jul 8, 2024
By Debi Mukherjee
Father, I remember those care-free days,
when I would happily ride on your back.
The one that has
weathered many a storm,
yet to me was never denied.
The times may have scorched those tufts of hair,
on the chest that rises and falls with care.
When you sleep, peaceful and deep,
I rest knowing you are safe in my keep.
Yes, you always had my back,
But Father, now I have yours too.
By Debi Mukherjee
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Wish I could word it like that! Lovely