Different ways...

The way she waits for me at the doorway
And then shouts at me for not hearing her say
the way life is meant to be
And how I'm ruining it by trying to be free
And then the sorry look she gets
when she realizes her little girl upset
She doesn't advice me about life,instead
Quietly comes and kisses my forehead.


The way he always pushes me ahead
He cannot see my gusto defeated or dead.
So he's always trying to hold me straight.
When I fall with a thud and resign to my fate.
The way he has accepted that even daughter's grow up.
And are not always happy with an ice-cream cup.
The way he tries to hide how much he misses me.
Because emotional is not how a man is supposed to be.


The way he smiles when he sees I'm there.
The child in him beams out with cheer.
The way he's a mature man when he faces winter.
Yet he's never too old to tease his sister.
The way he becomes a friend when I need one.
And the next instant he'll be stealing cheese from my bun.
The way he has learned to live with focus and panache.
I see him as a man aware of his cache.

The way he searches his dreams in my eyes.
The way he needs me,and still denies
How much I am a part of him.
The way he argues that I'm not thin.
The way he sleeps like an innocent child.
The way simple gifts can drive him wild.
The way he helps me find my ground.
The way I miss him,when he's not around.

I love them all in different ways.
They bring me life and colour my days.
They are all that I need to smile and cry.
If they wouldn't have been,neither would I.