The reflection

I was with daddy in a dark room chatting with him,

Eating oranges was I, peeling them was he in light dim.

We discussed books, movies, leaders and everything under the sun.

It was ice cold outside, we couldn't go there, so had the chat begun.

Suddenly dad realized that we'd heated the room to 6000⁰centigrade!

Frightened it could harm us, screaming, on daddy's lap I laid.

Then realizing this was nonsense, I stopped myself from screaming,

At this point, I felt a jerk and realized I was just dreaming.

I lay in bed and thought about the dream so candid,

Everything that happened was in front of me so lucid.

I was amazed the way this dream covered every aspect of daddy,

Friendly, caring, wise and a protective arm to look after me!

Jumping out of bed, I couldn't just stop smiling at the mirror.

Because I saw daddy's spitting image on the rear.