You still are ...

You still are the pillar of strength ....
You still are the person I called Daddu .....
A term of endearment for a father ...
Earlier the relation was something else ...
Now, it is a daughter and no one else...
And a daughter has every right over her FATHER ....
To crib and cry her heart out ....
I am not asking my father to do anything for me ....
I am just asking him to be there When I am not there.
You still are my Daddu and shall remain so ....
And, this is one rebellious daughter you have ...
Whose tantrums no one can equal...
She takes her anger from you....
She takes after you.
You may not have sired her ....
But, she is the daughter you wish you had.
If I shout and scream through my words ...
It's because I have no other outlet for my anger ....
It's best this way than any other ...
Keep others away from harms way ......
Your post can never be taken by any other.....
If my biological father was a man extraordinaire ...
You are the father I adopted ......
For his qualities and discipline....
And, of course .... the same rage within as mine.
You still are and will be Daddu.