My dad was not
some literary genius
but writer sure he was.
He brought me up
till my life’s first half
after which he was gone.
If he could now write
my whole life for me
truly this will bless me.
Till he was alive
he knew me more, than
I could ever know me.
Rest of my bumpy ride
he didn’t get to see
he’ll write, he’ll know me.
He’ll write and review
if his dear daughter lived
well, or covertly died
Which of his dreams
she fully fulfilled
which others she tried
A daughter will know
her lost dad a bit more
this life had cruelly denied
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Also, it was my second response to The Daily Prompt: Ghostwriter
“If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?”
In my first poem I had invoked Shakespeare to write my Life-story: Request Denied
Such melancholy.
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I just write whatever comes to my mind. See my previous cheery posts like Request Denied…Laughing Matters. 🙂 🙂
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Well done. have to take a look at that one. You always write best when yo just write what comes to mind.
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So touching and heartfelt.
It may seem a coincidence as my dad is also my inspiration. I am proud to be his son, as are you. 🙂
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Thanks for liking the poem and for sharing your feelings about your dad. 🙂
All boys and girls should understand that their parents want to be an inspiration for their kids but parents are only human and may fall short sometimes. Treasure the moments you spend with your parents. Take care of them while you can.
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Rightly said.
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