He is the buddha in their household.
When he arrives from work,
his two elder daughters run to his sides
already holding their guitars,
wanting to start jamming with him
right there and then.
The two younger ones
stand close to his feet,
waiting to be swung with his arms
as soon as he puts down
his heavy black bag.
His third daughter just hugs him tight,
his tummy choking within her tiny arms.
Right now, he is walking on air,
smiling widely, as his five girls
give him their gifts of homemade
loom bands and paper robots,
as they all greet him loudly---
"happy father's day, daddy!"
He is my son, Norman,
he is the father of my five
granddaughters...
He is the buddha in their
household....
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
He is the buddha in their household.
When he arrives from work,
his two elder daughters run to his sides
already holding their guitars,
wanting to start jamming with him
right there and then.
The two younger ones
stand close to his feet,
waiting to be swung with his arms
as soon as he puts down
his heavy black bag.
His third daughter just hugs him tight,
his tummy choking within her tiny arms.
Right now, he is walking on air,
smiling widely, as his five girls
give him their gifts of homemade
loom bands and paper robots,
as they all greet him loudly---
"happy father's day, daddy!"
He is my son, Norman,
he is the father of my five
granddaughters...
He is the buddha in their
household....
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
They are always a sight to behold...
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