Poem

AN ODE TO MY PROCREATOR. 
 
Holding the eraser for assurance. 
You extended the pencil to me. 
You didn’t dictate the definitions, 
But waited patiently for me. 
You never erased, instead slashed the mistakes. 
“Mistakes showcase your endeavours, 
Corrections, your learning ability.” 
You would say. 
 
You were my mighty Hero, 
Unlike the ones the world described. 
Your care didn’t harbour dependency. 
As your flaws, 
You never camouflaged to hide. 
“We are all Humans in the making”. 
You would profoundly say. 
 
Your unconditional love. 
Your emancipated care, 
Helped me become and grow. 
My Begetter. My Alma Mater. 
To you I owe. To you I bow.