Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Dear Papputtu!!!

Dear Papputtu!!!

The last thing I do, before bed, is to call you
My days start, checking for your messages new.

In every step of life, you have made me proud
That you are my daughter, from rooftop, I shout loud.

My baby loves to try out every new cuisine
I see you in every restaurant chair, that I have seen.

I pray to God, to transfer to me,  all your sorrows
So, you can fly free, like those cherubic sparrows

No words to explain how precious you are, to me
Come soon, can't wait to turn the "I" to "we".

 Loads of lowes....   Missing you a lot...  Gaggy...  

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