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.