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My dear father
It's your hand I used to hold,
walking through the lane.
Lost in the solace of care,
would love holding it again.
Over your chest I slept often,
feeling the best relief ever.
My worries were drained away,
with your caring arms over.
Oh my dearest father, quite often
I walk through the memory lane,
whenever life worries me,
to lie down on your chest again.
© Krishnan
#poetrycommunity #poem #father #Love&love #memories
walking through the lane.
Lost in the solace of care,
would love holding it again.
Over your chest I slept often,
feeling the best relief ever.
My worries were drained away,
with your caring arms over.
Oh my dearest father, quite often
I walk through the memory lane,
whenever life worries me,
to lie down on your chest again.
© Krishnan
#poetrycommunity #poem #father #Love&love #memories
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