You are the Editor (Fathers Poems)


Working late,
When you will come home straight,
I will hug you with a soft kiss
And hope some bliss.
Cause you are my “dad”.

When there will be Mondays,
You got more work to do,
But when I’ll ask you for a ride,
You won’t ignore.
Cause you are my “dad”

when someday I will be sleeping,
Without the bed sheet,
You will come and sheath me,
Cause you are my “dad”.

Growing old, I will get you name,
and when a problem will arise,
I'll help you in all crisis

You are everything to me
I'm everything to you
just because, 'I love you'

gauri Vyas
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