Childhood and Parenthood
A bolt of lightning struck nearby
Leaving behind a Thunderous echo
I grabbed his hands,
For the comfort and Consolation
He picked me up and looked in my eyes
And With a charming smile.
He fed me this lie,
“Don’t worry that's just God playing Drums”.
I laughed and I smiled.
I got lost in that wonderful lie.
Years went by,
A bolt of lightning struck nearby
He grabbed my hands
I picked him up, Fed him the same lie
“Don’t worry that’s just God playing …”.
In That Moment I realized ,
How I have Just Become a Reminiscent image of my father.
I smiled with a tear dropping from my eye.
And Completed My lie.
He laughed and He smiled.
He got lost in that wonderful lie.