My father couldn't light up my days as bright as the sun,
but he was the moon in my darkest times.
He was never much of a sweet talker,
but made sure all the striking words would never make the slightest cut on his own carved daughter's heart.
But one thing I'm sure of,
He was the symphony of my mother's melodious life,
the anchor in her unyielding waves,
and the gravity that holds her altogether.
As a piece of my mother,
I would never let a man offer a bronze,
when my father showed me what its like to own a gold
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
My father couldn't light up my days as bright as the sun,
but he was the moon in my darkest times.
He was never much of a sweet talker,
but made sure all the striking words would never make the slightest cut on his own carved daughter's heart.
But one thing I'm sure of,
He was the symphony of my mother's melodious life,
the anchor in her unyielding waves,
and the gravity that holds her altogether.
As a piece of my mother,
I would never let a man offer a bronze,
when my father showed me what its like to own a gold
