Challenges we faced; many difficulties,
Rearing up a family can be taxing, immensely.
It was music what enlivened me, I played instrumental melody.
As she came into my arms, she cried,
I shook rattles, instruments were kept aside,
Life may be harsh but God is very kind...
With my guitar, a part of me was left behind!
I did rock to music, I swayed, gracefully,
To teach her to walk, wobbly,
I left my dancing shoes, with a melancholy.
Life may be hash but God is very kind...
With my rhythm, a part of me was left behind!
Penning down my thoughts was a passion.
It was a vent to my self-expression,
She was learning a nursery rhyme,
Life may be harsh but God is very kind...
With my pen, a part of me was left behind!
Now holding her hand, I retrace my journey, backward,
With her beside me, my broken pieces, I gather,
with memories, I glue them together!
I regain, recreate "the parts of me" I had left Behind!
In my daughter, the lost me I find, God is very kind! God is very kind !!!
