MY DAD............

My dad hold in his arms......when iam as a sick baby girl.................until the sun peeks through the darkness......... 
letting him know the night of worry is over.........................
He took my small hand in his and walk slowly as I take my firstwalk to the ice cream shop to share a cone full of heaven on earth.............
He used to sip from the tiny tea cup my mother has set in front of him ....he will sing the praises of her great hospitality..........
My dad used to sit through dance recitals and fashion shows where he is the only audience.......to my shows at home.......... 
and will clap with the enthusiasm of a thousand people.............
He introduced me to the world outside as if just experiencing it for the first time himself................ 
Perhaps he is........................
I still remeber he used to sit with me through sweat and tears over homework....... that was supposed to be turned in the day before and he'll smile as they finish, seeing my relief................
He used to tell a firm message to my teacher that comes to take me to the school dance..........performance......... back to the stage........ 
silently letting him know where he stands and what he expects...........
He used to watch me wiht overflowing pride as his young lady accepts her high school diploma............ 
and will silently pray to God to calm his fears........... and get him throughout the day.............
He used to be busy with full of conversation  with friends.........and more than happy to listen.......... all these years.....he gently fold my arm around me and with all the courage and faith he can hold onto.................. 
He will stroll down the aisle, giving my hand but keeping my youth............
He will be the first one in my world wathch carefully of what iam....... carefully..............carefully inspecting the activities of his sweetest daughter................
He will reassure me as time rages on and the signs of his old age start to frighten me..............
He will caress my hand with a passion......... to which I has never felt..............
SANDHYARAJ