When I am with my father

 When I am with my father,

the world that is overwhelming, dark, cold, demanding, over-bearing.. which feels like it's gonna fall on me any moment, suffocate my chest, collapse me under it...

When i am with my father.. that world becomes small, distant, irrevelent, a speck.

His whole attention is on me.. on whether I am smiling, whether I am fed, whether I am happy...

Oh How I miss my mother when my father loves me! 

Love reminds me of her, she was love to me, to me, love was she.