Father bought me a shirt
Said it would suit me
Washed and ironed it for me
Made me wear it on my birthday
Asked me to pose for a photo
And then a shaky selfie
Chided me to smile wider
Held the phone a little steadier
Captured his cherished moment
Sent it to all his friends,
Declaring I made him proud.
Voiceless, I made him proud.
The Chaos Within 
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