AMOR PATER TE.

Take my hand, And look at me.

What you see, Cant you feel?

I remember the days,

When you were all I had, And I was all that you cared.

I remember the days,

Of goodnight stories, and of no worries.

Daddy’s little girl I was proud to be,

All such lovely memories, shared by you and me.

Now lost forever, into the endless eternity.

When did I become a burden,

That you could not bear?

When did you become a notion,

That brought me despair?

I know not, when it came,

But felt all the same.

Those days that brought unbearable tears.

And plunged our relationship into a vacuum of fear.

It withered so soon,

like a flower in the heat of noon.

So take my hand and look at me.

What you see is what is you left us to be.

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CHANGE

Change,

is a simple word,

that brings much toll.

most people associate it as good,

others as bad.

And a few, 

as the inevitable,

that they cannot escape or evade.

but its a sure fact of life,

whether we are burdened by it,

or set free.

With each change,

we walk a path of endless possibilities.

but often we let our past,

and our love for the present,

block the path.

We are driven by our desire, 

to hold on to what is familiar,

because what is familiar brings us the comfort,

and in the comfort lies our effort.

And in doing so we chain ourselves, 

to the prison of comfort that drives us.

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