The serious father hovers in,
acting like a vulture does,
He's out to pick the flesh, from his baby girls success,
He hangs around,
with eagle eyes,
flitting around,
watching as the other acts pass,
A little like a humming bird,
His daughter is his nectar,
but, he is not the singer.
He ***** his arms as swan's wings,
while trumpeting his daughters' praises,
he amazes me,
the way he,
holds the situation,
I wonder,
what does he want to be?
A music promoter,
A daughter devotee,
"For heaven's sake man,
let your baby be free."
It's her life,
For God's sake, my dear,
let her breathe,
you're stifling her great performance,
by a performance of your own.
"Oh daddy".
(C) Livvi