#napowrimo2022, #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour, #day11
Dear children, STOP! please don’t fight, I’ll go,
My withered body has turned out to be a burden, I know.
I’ve been packing, I’ll leave before it’s night,
To a faraway place, away from your sight.
All I need is a suitcase with bare necessities,
Don’t worry, my mind is still packed with past sweet memories…
Your cherubic faces from yester years, I still remember,
How I enjoyed your birthdays as you grew every year.
The hopeless lies after nasty pranks, ha ha! You thought you’d fooled me,
Your candy-filled drooling mouths, they sure looked silly.
When you narrated the happenings at school, I listened to you intently,
And oh! How can I forget the meetings with your principal asking for an apology.
The endless list goes on, how I wish I could stay longer!
But I understand with a loony father like me, you don’t wish to suffer.
Dear children, please don’t fight, soon I shall leave,
Will you all at least lay roses by my grave, you don’t have to grieve…
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