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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Daughter's Ridiculous voice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My daughter had a ridiculous voice... <br>a confession I hate to make... <br>She wanted to sing in the annual convention.. <br>an embarrassing task, I wished she didn't take... </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Despite my sincerest objection... <br>she talked out her way to the stage... <br>I remember  figuring out an escape route.. <br>ohh! ! ! couldn't she wait till she would graduate.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A single parent was I, <br>grimly aware of  the possible taunts.. <br>I solemnly led her to the platform... <br>her rivals best in their abilities to flaunt.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My heart starts to flounder.. <br>her humiliation almost certain <br>I resolve  to lend her a comforting shoulder.. <br>hope to ease her unwanted burden.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and then she starts singing.. <br>her voice no longer ridiculous.. <br>she searches past the last row... <br>her eyes locked on me in intent.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She sings of her father... <br>the best thing in her life... <br>Off all the nights he looked after her.. <br>how he raised her despite the strife... </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It's 20 years past that night.. <br>I sing the same song by her grave... </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And as she goes down underneath <br>I start losing my controlled poise <br>My heart yearning just once more.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">to hear my daughter's ridiculous voice.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sajit+R+Nair">Sajit R Nair</a></strong></div>

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