Lion and his child..

A hunter we have all heard of.
A fighter,a tamer we have all heard of.
This lion is nothing sort of a hunter or a tamer or a fighter
But a martyr in the heart for love and family.
Never seen on his bricked face emotions.
Sometime seems it never existed at all.
but as walls tore,
Emotions became a part of this beast.

Hence did i know of blindness.
Black and white, colour made no meaning to him.
Then i knew this man who was a beast had a lamb at heart.
Glad am i to be born of him and not of green paper and shows and colour and height.
A belive to be made like him to fill that blind spot.
To pass on his chivalry onto the generations
For the only reason of me , being proudly this Lion's third...

daughters this is 4 "you"... to celebrate the joy in being daughters... xoxo