My papa....

My papa....

The only hand I ever wanted to hold  

is my fathers’..

He is my father, but my bestest friend…

I know he has many tensions

But I know how to make him smile…

I know he will be angry sometimes  

But I know how to make him happy…

He is the only one with whom I share the deepest part of my heart…

My papa is similar to all other fathers

But different in asserting his love and fatherhood…