For My Dead Dad...
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life.
I Really Missed My Dear Dead father
By Michael Georges · Sunday, August 28,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, well rhymed.