Ardor Serenade

My Father... By: The Divine Swan When I made my first appearance,                             In this strange world, My father was the first one, To  hold me in his arms, He made sure the sun rose, Every day for me. From my first day, In this mysterious new world, My father kept a big place for me, In his humongous heart. As I grew into a toddler, My father held my hand, One by one, I learned to walk, And make footprints, Like my dad. When I started to walk, My father guided me, To a valley, Where mistakes were granted, The place was called home. Albeit, My father was sad, He would make me laugh, He taught me how to make, The entire world, At your feet. Throughout the years, My father, Let me giggle and dream, And showed me the ropes. Love, My father gave wholeheartedly, And helped me grow. When I got mad at him, My father's pain would show, Hi...

 Hello Readers, This is the Ardor Serenade. I am the Divine Swan. In this blog, you will see literary posts. There will be poems, and other belles-lettres. In the end of each belle-lettre, there will be a quote. That quote will be elaborated on the next post. The poems, will be reflected on the situation in the world now. We will have a starting quote today. It is by the author of Tom Sawyer; Mark Twain.                            "The Secret to Getting Ahead, is getting Started."                                                                               ~Mark Twain