Jason Luneau


A fathers will for his son


A fathers will is his love....
A father not there but never gone....
3 jobs always gone... I miss my dad....
Where is dad just over there... turn to see no one..
At work again... Home with dad on a friday night....
Laying on him watching tv while he sleeps that is our father son time...
Valued by me so very much... Never understood by others at all...
He taught to love and honor the woman in our lives...
3 young sisters a young man needs to care...
Never to harm, hurt, or let harm come to...
Imbued deep and firm in the heart and soul of his only son....
Never to let any harm come to them...
A fathers will is his love......
Forever and always......... Till the day his son dies.....

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2014

Topic of this poem: family


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  • Rookie - 869 Points Soumita Sarkar (6/23/2014 12:40:00 AM)

    Enjoyed this poem..................a relation sounds aloud..............when a son's words also becomes what a daughter has to say and feel................ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 931 Points Piyush Dey (6/22/2014 11:48:00 PM)

    this was a beautiful poem.
    father is like that. nice write.
    keep writing. (Report) Reply

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