Thursday, October 1, 2009

remembering appa

What shall I get for you dear?
When I return from a far off land?
Pat came my answer
A baby elephant.
Years rolled by,
But he never stopped asking
And I always gave him the same answer
To see the sun rise in his face.
Treading his way painfully
Towards the end of the tunnel,
His wrinkled up face lit up with sunshine one day-
This time it was my son
who asked for a baby elephant,
His smiles were painful
For he had forgotten the art of smiling
Long long ago.
New baby elephants
On the geographic channel
Brings to me memories
Of an Appa
Who always promised big
Nothing less than a baby elephant.

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