Poetry / Uncategorized

One for my dad

Acha, papa, popsy doo…

the names are many

From father to best friend

Each a symbol of our journey

I might have been too young

To have known then

But now I hold close to my heart

Each sacrifice each step

I might be too grown

To keep saying it all the time

But I hope you know

Without you there is no I

You always were and

Will always remain

The best man I have known

today and everyday

My friend

My mentor

My idol

My strength

My mirror

My conscience

My hero

My dad

I love you


A fashion enthusiast, trained dancer and qualified developmental psychologist... constantly on a path of discovering herself, her joys and passions and the beautiful complexities of people and relationships.

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