Papa

My mind has followed your words, to the last possible letter,

from you I became this, for you I will become better.

There doesn’t exist a dream, that doesn’t stem from you,

it’s you who helps me be, to myself and others – true.

Your art, your passion, your wholeness; your mindfulness and peace,

you’re a treasure trove of wealth, I was born with Paradise’s keys

For every good done by me, for every acknowledged deed

my praise, my prize, my promise; belongs to my Papa, indeed.