Walking with dads
O what a memory
This is so beautifully crafted
poetry
I only wish
you had also read my
Mom's Smiles
and
just today posted
50th Anniversary
and
see the commonality of thought of
memory
dads and moms
once were lovely
we remember them always
and
will lovingly
your poetry speaks freely
Lady Poetree....
Walking with dad O what a memory.... indeed there is no pleasure as to be with dad. Beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No doubt blessing of parents are always boon. There is great relief even though they are old and troublesome at times. Their wisdom and guidance is incomparable. The Dhalia is awesome beautiful.