Happy Father's Day

Writing an ode to person who always stood tall,

Against all odds: big or small,

Held my hand, kept me safe,

Told me stories when I slept tightly in his embrace,

Remembering his lessons on right and wrong,

And mesmerizing voice telling me: “To survive in tough world beta you have to be strong,”

love you dad

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