A DADDY'S LOVE.
Where I would not conciliate
And chastise harsh or ponderous
Daddy's love would appreciate
To offer counsel generous
Trifles, he would not magnify
Nor raise the volume of his voice
'Growing up' mistakes dignify
To let them kids make their own choice
At being strict I did my best
Till he would calm down occasion
His love a virtue and a trust
Ensured a sense of proportion
He laughed with them, lest they felt sad
In adversity at their doubt
That was his measure as a dad
He knew what it was all about
Though off and on mean thoughts bother
When out pops sneaky, lurking grudge
My social acclaim as mother
rates me less loved, more wicked judge
Yet, I am fair judge and conscious
Inspite of my ignominy
Do concede Dad's love's far precious
And inwards swallow, irony
Note: Dearest Roy, I long to hear that you are well. Also, thank you for your immensely amazing collection of poems and leadership on VN..All those poems I managed to read are memorable and unique.
To all the Great Musketeers, ( member selectors for this baton round) and members of VN, I am indebted.
I hope I can muster time to attempt the other titles. Love to all. Rita Singh.