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
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He Would Wake So Early Tune Up ...
Posted by
Deepti Gujar
· Jan 01, 2013
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