Daddy, I say,
I need a race car.
But what I really need
is to hold your finger
and for you to lead me.
Tell me about life,
its purpose, and wisdom.
Teach me how not to fall —
and if I do, how to rise.
How to be kind,
how to tame my mind
in a world full of temptations.
I need you to be there
to guide me through pitafalls,
as I make sense of it all.
With you around,
even the mundane is fascinating —
because I am wrapped in love,
and I know I am not alone.
Take care of your health,
for it will be
my inherited wealth.
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Honestly this to me is so very beautiful ♦️♦️♦️♦️