The Man Who Built Me - A Poem For My Father

Jan 01, 2013, 3 comments He would wake so early tune up the violin and play melody I would be listening to his song even before I could learn to hum His music flowed like love in my blood long before my face was even formed He would come back halfway after having left for his workplace a red red balloon floating behind him as I watched him eagerly from the balcony on my giddy feet wobbling in the winter long before I knew he was my father He gave me an arpeggio and taught me to surrender my hero, he is so gentle showed me beauty lies in the tender He is an eternal child giggling at this silly life even as I struggle to analyze He holds this sparkle in his eyes more infectious than any wine the man who pieced us back with a few tears shed in agony Who made us feel like one family is the one who could give everything up for peace He’s that man who built me He would watch his movies crying everytime at ... Read Full Story