My Loving Father
It was Our 'Prayer Before Birth',
To be with a man like You,
Having that Bactrian urge
Which 'Ulysses' had.
One day You told us the story,
Of Your 'Lost Friends'.
Forsooth, the words coming out from Your lips,
Were as soothing as 'Flute Music'.
You could have been 'Kubla Khan' ,
Had you been born earlier.
You were simply the Saviour,
Of all 'Those Who Fell Among Thieves' .
To be with you was ethereal,
Like 'A Walk By Moonlight' .
For the journey we had had with you,
Was as holy as, 'The Journey Of The Magi'.
So, you were someone full of noble worth,
Who was a veritable God here on Earth.