Blessed be the hands
That feeds the whole family
Toiling day in & out
To have a broiled fish
On the plates and bread
To fill the souls
To raise each one
Strengthened to follow
Their own path...
To be happy, and
To let go with a smile
Hiding the pain
Wrenching the heart
That's a real man, the dad!
I am my Mother's daughter,
VeerajaR
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