later as i learnt to read
from u too,
i picked up some foul language

"when u were young,..."
u always say
do i remember wat we've done?

like how u made me walk, n walk
to the botanic gdns, u mean?
or the no of shows we'd catch every week
most times me slipping down ur pants or falling asleep?

i do, i do, dear father,
thou not much, but i can picture some.

with that freedom i went astray
as i nearly broke my parents' hearts.
but u make me find myself back
and soon i found footing at my own surprise.

as u instilled independence
i thot i didn't need u there
n now,sadly, i recounted
when did we start to drift apart?

dear father,
i wish to know more about u,
i wish u would allow me to
much as i want to find out,
it had to be straight from u.

what were u thinking
when grandpa died?
what did u want most
when u held me the first time?

all these n more i wanted to know
--n quietly hoping u'd tell me soon.
but if in the end, i couldn't fathom everything
i'd be glad for a fact:
that i will always be--some part of u.