Working Dad


Thinking what my babies are doing,
Are they laughing,squeling,
shining.brightly as the.
beautiful biengs on earth they are
The sun sets ,earth rotates,
I do not notice
1000 miles away i strain to hear thier. laughter
My eyes are keen to hear thier laughter
Taking deep breath to remember the smell of happiness...
Fire of laughter burns my skin
I laugh they laugh ,my laugh is thier joy
My smile is thier security........

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