Oh my father, as a five-year-old
I walked for the first time holding your hand
 On the road to the school that trained me
 How to deal with the things and thoughts in my lab
 But the lessons you taught me
 While traveling together on life's path
 On how to deal with ups and downs with inner faith
 That were implanted in me with tender care
 Benefited me much more
 The education you gave me that turned me wise from a fool
 Can never be taught in any school
 You wanted me to be strong
 And face all that life has to offer with a bang
 You told me to stand like a rock
 And take head-on people that stab in the back
 To become a person that no weather can touch
 With a personality nobody can match
 To be understanding and Kind
 A better advice I could never find
 Though you no more physically accompany me
 The courage and knowledge you put in me
 Stand throughout my life with me
 Although I shed silent tears for you
 The philosophy you taught me wipe them away
 When I can feel your presence in each moment of my day
 How can you be far away?
 
 
 Dr. Krishna Kumari Challa
 Copyright © 2009

My Mom and Dad
Two flowers my mom and dad? Yes they are! White represents purity, pink innocence and flowers nature. Loving and caring,   honest, no bad thoughts or feelings-exactly how nature intends its children to be- pure and natural. That is how I see my  parents.