My comfort
I was still trying to grow
My little act won't let go
Of my my childish character,
You played guide for me
Even when you knew I was wrong,
You weren't being over protective
Just that you can't stand the sight
Of me being cane by daddy,
Should I call you my proctector?
Guardian will be good.
In another world
I pray it should be you
I mean just you and you alone.
There is this satisfaction
I find when am closer
To you and when your arm
Are on me.
This poem is about:
My family