When I was a child
My father would come home each day
And shout
'How many times do I have to tell you?
Put your shoes away! '
He never said 'I love you.'
When I get home each day
My children's shoes are scattered on the floor.
I usually shout at them too,
Long days at work can make you short of patience.
But sometimes I remember,
And seeing one shoe lying on another
I call to them
'I love you! '
And they think it a little strange and look at each other.
'We love you too, Dad.' one of them will say.
Then they will return to watching TV or eating or playing with trains
And I will put away their shoes.
I never told my father I loved him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written, Father of the Year, the love poem of the day