Bringing out the OLD - Part IV

So, I don't remember when I wrote this poem below. But, quite obviously I was very young!

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ONE

Father,

I’m One.

My life has now started, the journey’s begun.

A year has been through and I’m still so undone.

The lullabies, swings and the rattles are fun.

I have no cares, I must thank you a ton.

Father,

I’m One.

I can’t walk by myself, so let alone run;

You must hold my hand and carry me on.

Call me your baby girl, daddy’s little plum.

Teach me to grow, teach me to know,

Coz’ father, I’m just One.