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.