I made you cry , when I was born
You made me cry , now that you're gone.
You helped me walk and play with me, I wish I could repeat the same with you.
You held my hand to never let me go, but now it wants to hold your hand again.
You called me your Daughter, how proud you felt to know me,
I called you my father, how proud I am to have known you ......To Be Continued.
© shachi nigam