Father used to sit us around the fire at night,
His deep voice would turn a lullaby in a few seconds,
So long as he was around i knew we were safe,
He would carry our sleepy heads to bed one by one,
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
Father used to sit us around the fire at night,
His deep voice would turn a lullaby in a few seconds,
So long as he was around i knew we were safe,
He would carry our sleepy heads to bed one by one,