Hold my hand Dadwhen the sun comes up
Hold my hand Dad
before you leave me at school
Hold my hand Dad
when I stood first for the first time
Hold my hand Dad
after I kicked ass at the game
Hold my hand Dad
when I cried for lost love
Hold my hand Dad
when I made you proud
I wish I had had my Dad
to do all that for me
Cherish yours...
Well, that's why God gave you the best mom to fill the void :)
ReplyDeleteThats true.. I am one lucky dawg..! :)
ReplyDeleteTrue raa Suman.. The value of the precious is not known when you are given everything on the platter..
ReplyDeleteAnyway, you should be proud of what you are and what you have..
'He was by-you through out, just that you couldn't see that he could..' I have the same void my friend and this was the statement my mom gave me from then. You are his proud son.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your words friend.
ReplyDeletedid u write this poem? it is just superb!!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes I wrote it.
ReplyDeletehugs suman :(
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