Daddysaur

Prose poem

Wicked Diya Saini
The Lark Publication
2 min readJun 7, 2021

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Photo by Nick Wilkes on Unsplash

Daughters naturally lean as a creeper towards their daddies. Boys naturally fold like a tent towards their mothers.

But yes, it made me dive into the initial years of my lifespan. Rewinding to the start from the place, where my little feet could swim into his shoe. His necktie crossed my neck like a leash.

His words sounded like the words of a priest.

My Daddysaur went after me through the hills then through the mountains. And after that, I believe I found myself sticking out on my own. But I accepted this big, daunting picture of his in my room. I could tell he was watching my every move. To which I played hide and seek.

In a few furrows, I could sketch my dad for you…

If I had weighty matters in both hands. Instead of snatching it away. He used to say, well it will make your hand muscles stronger. For leading your own wars.

Turning eighteen was a pivotal turn in my animation. My dad told me you should rise up early for a dash. The reason wasn’t relevant. Until this day, my morning starts at 4:40. I just continued running.

He beamed no matter what, you have a hidden treasure inside you that is your willpower. He rhymed it in my head when I didn’t know what it meant. The rest he left me to figure out, what I have and what I don’t. After that, I recall making a scavenger hunt map in which I learned if you have the willpower you deliver everything.

He taught all healthy eating habits as a healthy monster himself. But I recall telling my friends not to stimulate into a duel with me. Evenly, I can beat anyone into red and blue. Leaving you like a slice of apple and blueberry jam.

I never wore makeup. Age of stalking your friends around. My dad cloaked me, you seem better without make-up. He was right as on my marriage day when I saw myself in the mirror. I thought I was a beast.

He attempted to improve my writing by saying to practice on books. I guess he just gave up after a few years thinking it was an inherent error.

In an ensemble, he is my sweet and sour dad. Yes, he acted as a major game-changer in my upbringing.

Thanks a lot, Daddysaur.

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Wicked Diya Saini
The Lark Publication

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