Daddy, sing that song again,
When I was your sunshine only.
At six-years-old, I listen, rapt,
In love with your guitar, your voice.
I absorb who you are,
Father, Daddy, precious Abba.
Sing the song again, Daddy!
Through memories, my heart can hear.
The last line tug at my heart! Beautiful and so touching!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Aditi! Love and blessings!
DeleteMemories are the gateway that always leads us home. This was beautiful! ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Kathy! Love and blessings!
DeleteBeautiful poem!
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