Dad wanted to find what talent I had since the age of two,
He told me to sing,
After a few days he gave up,
Our neighbour sounded better in the bathroom.
Next he gave me a box of crayons and told me to draw,
The pictures I sketched made him weep,
But, he hugged me and said one day I was going to be an artist.
After that he put me into sports,
Football,tennisball, badminton,
I preferred to watch T.V.and eat popcorn,
He tried to join me in dance classes,
Which I stubbornly refused to attend.
Finally I found my own talent,
Writing, Writing and writing,
Mum had left her writing pad and pencil to make shopping list on the stool,
I took them, sat on the carpet and  started writing,
At first words,then broken sentences,
Mostly I would copy paragraphs from books,
I became better and better,
Dad was delighted,
His dear girl had found her talent.
5/5/2020