there always stands a figure tall and wise
reminding me to eat properly more than thrice

there always stands a mentor cold with his arms folded
reminding me to behave and to do as I’m told

there always stands a warrior strong and bold
who protects and treasures me more than gold

there always stands a friend sweet and naughty
who treasure me more than a lottery

he is someone who is always there to shape you,
save you, drape you, be with you in the hardest times
guiding you with all his might, passing down his ancestral light

someone you’ll avoid sometimes
but yearn for his presence in your life

he is someone who can’t express his love in words
but will get you out of any situation cursed

he will always be with you, guide you, love you, treasure you ,
but once you hit your teens it’s all gone,

once was dad’s little doll, now she doesn’t care at all
can’t recognise his unspeakable emotions,
can’t sense his concerns, can’t consider his contribution and considerations

if you don’t value his tears what is the point of your existence?
and if you are the reason behind his tears
then you living is a disgrace to the collective existence

you should be aware that he is the one who saved you
from your mother’s slap to life’s unavoidable traps
treasure him, once is is gone he’ll never be back