Return Gift

Return Gift

Do you remember the gift you gave me
When I was small?
You had said that I would become powerful
When I wield it in my hand
As thoughts flow
Now I realize how mighty the pen is
All your life you preferred to be an unknown writer
I follow your footsteps father
And know that the pen was just a symbol
The real gift was your inheritance as a writer
You left for the heavens
Half-way through your autobiography
I shall complete it for you
And that will be my return gift to you

Hour 24


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