Dear Father

By Debi Mukherjee

Father, I remember those care-free days, 

when I would happily ride on your back. 

The one that has 

weathered many a storm, 

yet to me was never denied. 

The times may have scorched those tufts of hair, 

on the chest that rises and falls with care. 

When you sleep, peaceful and deep, 

I rest knowing you are safe in my keep. 

Yes, you always had my back, 

But Father, now I have yours too. 

By Debi Mukherjee