Father, Oh Dear Father! You Rock! Holding your hands, I learnt to walk, Amazed would be you, to see me scribble with chalk, I was your twinkle and your talk, Father, oh Dear Father! You always Rock. My one stop fix, the one who has a magic stick, Pumped in confidence and shoved away my anxieties with a click, For…
I came with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I’m who am from my head to toes, I tend to get loud when speaking to mind. Even a little crazy some of the time Yes, being different- for I like silence more than voices, darkness more than brightness, emptiness more than chaos. I’m not the one craving for the excitement…