Scratches and kicks, and kisses and licks,

And love galore, in those adoring eyes

Some daily new words, that always suffice

To tell me you love me, My sweet little baby

“Papa!”, that call, that one little word

That seals our bond, such emotions stirred

Your daily embrace, demanding naught from me

But some love, only love, ’tis not hard to see

Kid, I wish I can be, your superman,your ideal,

And I wish you but understand, the way I now feel;

When the years pass us by, my weary bones in the breeze

Are all that remain, with wet eyes and memories….