i remember ..
i remember my father putting me to bed with careful hands and doting eyes
i remember him being away from the big bad world of shrewdness, rudeness and lies
running his fingers through my hair .. his hands felt as light as a feather
and while i slept he whispered into my ear that he would leave his sweet angel never.
i remember waking up in the morning..still in the shadows of his strong arms
all i needed to hear his wind chime voice to get up.. i needed no shrill alarms
he would tickle me and pull me up and he would tell me about the bright sun rising in the sky
but i still wanting to sleep some more would bang my fists and legs and raise such a hue and cry
and then he would suddenly lift me up on his shoulders and i would sleep so peacefully lying on his back
and he would put me down when i could barely open my eyes , holding my hand he would guide me round the track.
finally all ready now with a clean and fresh face .. he would make me delicious breakfast
making me sit in his lap .. despite all my tantrums..he would make me eat so lovingly till the last
he would run with me, would push my bicycle, would kick the ball ..i felt like a queen when he lifted me up and swung me high
and i would laugh so loud and he would smile so broad..and he would play with me till i lost my breath and on that ground i used to lie.
then we walked back home so slowly..watching the trees and the beautiful birds chirping loud going back to their home with us
at this time..i am so exhausted..i walk fast..sometimes even run to match his pace .. but for a change without making no fuss..
when school teachers taught me i felt so bored and i yawned all through the class ..teachers din' pay attention ..they had so much to do
but when he sat with me with my books .. he taught me like some magician and i would listen with eyes wide open..and i would revise attentively all the way through.
and after an hour or two we would play again
come back home, tired..we would cross the same lanes
then he would make me eat some food and he would put me to bed at my third yawn in a row
and he would make me close my eyes and make me dream of the peaceful rivers that flow
he pampered me like a baby yet made me strong as a soldier .. singing to me the lullabies all dedicated to an angel , a doll or sometimes a princess
he would run his fingers through my hair and i would sleep in his arms with a mouth lil open and hug him back tight cause i knew even in my sleep that this love is priceless..
i am strong on the surface... not all the way through..
i've never been perfect but neither have you...
so if you're asking me i want you to know..
when my time comes..forget the wrong that i've done , help me leave behind some..reasons to be missed..