You’ll never have suitors
If it’s up to your dad
You were his baby
A little adult sacked in a pink blanket
Swaying in the air
Or upside down
Because he thought it’ll make you taller
And when rain pours down
He sets up a fort for you and your friends
Just to make you feel royal
Brighter among your squad.
Saturday mornings are spent
With your father’s specialties.
Sunnies, Meat Loaf and Fried Rice
Right after that, someone will knock
You also know how hammer works
You were there when he transformed into a carpenter
Crazy cause all of these thinned to nothing
He was just a mere man
Coming home after a day’s work
Hugging your mom
Someone who you’ll ask the last.
Where did that all go?