MY GUIDING STAR

MY GUIDING STAR
A poet's heart, a gentle hand,
My father, George, across the land,
No greater strength could I have known,
Than seeds of verse you deftly sown.
Your wisdom flowed, a steady stream,
Igniting every hopeful dream.
With every rhyme, each measured line,
Your spirit intertwined with mine.
You saw the verses yet unspun,
The journey's start, before begun.
Encouraged whispers, soft and low,
To let the words within me grow.
With Prayers,
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI