a lion, my father is
standing fiercely before his pride;
gold fur resplendent, his risen flag.
representing the strength and health of his pride.
"here is where we reside," he says,
"until we return home."
decision maker, as is my mother.
such a little, green, sailboat youth i had, we had.
little did i know, he was creating a book
by which i may live. one i refer to often.
i have added many, many, many books
to the blue one of life he wrote for me.
such a fortunate child, i was, to have
a wise father and wise and lovely mother.
their life lessons we now pass on
to our lion and tiger cubs to prepare them
for their beautiful life:
their long, prosperous journeys,
their millions of breaths.
to my ♥father and my ♥family~
"a lion, my ♥father is"
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova