The notorious monkey swept his candies away,
Those heart shaped candies I once choked on and never touched again.
As the tempo moved on, the candies and the monkey got smaller,
His eyes flooded with tears, it was supposed to be a good day.
Listening to his childhood stories were my favorite time,
Imagining his round eyes weeping melted my heart,
The strong man I love, was once a little boy.
Then while listening to him, I thought..
Someday I'd create one so that I can witness the similar little joys and adventures his father once talked about.