Tha memory still remains
No need to stroll down tha lane
As tha needle reached your leg
I can just watch, hold and beg . . .
Fragile and vulnerable
Amuse us, you were able
Agony after a fall
My name you will always call . . .
Waking me up with your voice
Chuckled by your trademark poise
How good you are faking sleep
I'm so disturbed when you weep . . .
Combed your hair like a grown-up
My room always a mess-up . . .
Your fondness for my scooter
Stuck your hand in it's muffler . . .
In how you mimic my stance
So overwhelmed with a glance
How I wish we never part
Never fails to break my heart . . .
Fell short for our family
Maybe was not meant to be
Biological father
Have more perks from tha other . . .
Now hatred's second coming
Pushed away from my dwelling
If I have just done better
Rather not wrote this letter!
- DADA
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