On leaving for Work

When I leave home

and you are mostly sleeping

in you lovely pajamas

with teddy bear or bunny prints,

totally oblivious to the world around

and totally innocent to

fear and worries that the life ahead invariably presents

and I kiss you on the forehead,

which is responded by

a sweet pout on the sweet lips,

which turns into a smile on the corners

before fading away,

Do you in your dreams

feel a connection

to a father who grows old

as his daughter grows young

And as Wise Euripides said

Nothing pleases a father growing old

than the daughter,

Do you in you dreams of Pink bears and green elephants

realize what Euripides meant

and what you mean to me?

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