The rains of her smile showers my heart with joy.
The honeys of her voice sweeten my ear.
She looks in to my eyes the windows to my soul and I see the truth.
And the winds of my sorrow succumb to her innocent face.
I start hearing hymns of love echoing from the mountains of love.
The haphazard meeting of the same blood coursing in our veins.
Celestial bliss accompanied by the obedient breeze.
Crucial became the memorable moments we shared.
Called the name that dictated responsibility to a man “daddyâ€
A juvenile princess on the apex of poverty.
A flower growing on the concrete of my fatherless history.
That little hand touching my chest honing the care in my heart.
Will I live long enough to watch her grow?
agaisnt cruel cold winters.
against furious hurricanes of rape and abuse.
i am the your iron shield.
