Dear Father,

A big hand holds a baby hand

The world said “ you can’t do it!”

He was the one who believed in me.

When the world said “you shouldn’t do it!”

He was the one who cheered for me.

Whenever I made a mistake, or lost a war;

he was there to save me from all.

He is my shield and I am his sword

the fears we faced , we conquered them all.

Whether I bruised my knee 

or lost my pride

He was there to guide me through the night.

He taught me to dream , 

He taught me to fight.

The love he showered lit my life.

Dear father, you are my pride.

You are the reason I shall survive.

This is my promise as a daughter to you,

When time changes and life turns,

just remember, I will always be there with you.