Papa Dear!

My first dance, My first kiss, My first bear hug!!
My first rose, My first valentine, My very first Love!!

Papa Dear! You hear me loud,

I have swung on those strong arms,

I played with your bushy moustache

of which you were so proud!!

I ruffled your best set hair

just before you went to work,

I knotted your tie queerly but

you happily took it along!!

I stole your pen and you searched around

for hours in your room,

not ever doubting your little one,

for she was your sweet bloom!!

And I grew up smart and quietly,

I din't think it through-

But you scared those awful boys away

keeping me safe and true...

I still don't know how to invest

the wages that I earn,

I still return to you 

for emergency funds...

You still trust me with your credit card,

even though I made a few loots,

This poem is also part of Sunday Poetry Pantry at Poets United !

You buy me ugly dresses 'coz they

travel to my boots...

Oh! Papa Dear! I miss those days
when I could clamber up your feet,

and fly like a little bird 

and sing to any beat!!

I miss the pink rag doll 

you got me for my birthday,

I called her Fatto for she was fat

and loved chocolate icecream!!

Oh! Papa Papa listen to me,

I am still your little princess!

So what if I am married now

and flying to fancy places!?