Dad, even to think
that one day You'd be gone,
is a poisonous thought!
i remember those rides-
clung upon Your back,
holding You by Your neck...
so what i was just one, two or three,
even when i turned twenty,
was there a single moment
You loved me less???
and i know it's true,
that even when i turn forty, fifty-
i'll still be Your "sweet baby"!
Your hands were always "so" big-
holding them would melt away all fears,
walking across the streets,
holding Your fingers with my tiny hands...
i have always longed to step into Your shoes!
and then there were nights,
the goodnight tales;
and not even God could boast of
a sweeter bed than Your chest!
today, i can meet Your stride...
but for all that You've done for me,
(not that i ever think of it-
it'd take me a many lives!)
Dad, maybe God exists,
but when i'm gonna meet Him,
in Him, i'm only gonna look for You!!!
