‘You’re not going to tell me what to do.’
It’s a motto,
an anthem,
a generational theme,
a mantra,
an ode,
an adage,
a melody,
a ballad,
a poesy,
a limerick
and a ruse
and it is
bereft of any flaws, and fastened by logic.
Dad, I don’t even know where to begin, because there aren’t enough words to hold everything you are to me. You are strength in its truest fo...
No comments:
Post a Comment