On the 8th day of April 1970 I began my journey
I was born during the late evening hours of spring
They say I was bony
And when I cried they felt the bells ring
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His dream that his daughter would make him proud
And he will smile before reach in shroud
It was a hard responsibility for any daughter
Who resemble the role of a mother to her father?
When he turns old as the daughter has to hold
All the responsibilities that becomes tough at times
The sun at times hid behind the clouds, at times shines
Journey becomes hard
You have been a nice daughter of your Dad,
In the tiny poem your autobiography is well expressed.
Nice poem dear poetess.10 for it.
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His dream that his daughter would make him proud And he will smile before reach in shroud It was a hard responsibility for any daughter Who resemble the role of a mother to her father? When he turns old as the daughter has to hold All the responsibilities that becomes tough at times The sun at times hid behind the clouds, at times shines Journey becomes hard You have been a nice daughter of your Dad, In the tiny poem your autobiography is well expressed. Nice poem dear poetess.10 for it.