My father
Made up stories
Just for me
So short
But they always had the touch
Of magic.

He made me a heroine
Sometimes a queen
There was a time
I was an angel
But I loved when he called me
The Bird King.

His right hand glided
In the air
When he narrated
His story of
The Bird King.

He said,
"Soon you will have wings
Soar like a heroine
And queen
But always land
Like an angel."

The bond that we had every night
Before I go to sleep
I kept it
In the deepest part
Of my heart.

I will always cherish
His bedtime stories
For it always ended in me
Living happily
Ever after.

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