i never saw his tears
i never heard him cry
he never held me so tight
after all these years
he never showed his pain
i never saw his blood
i never felt his weakness
he never squeezed my hand
like he really cared
now i see
how much i love him
now that i dont hate him
he's dying.
he wont be alive
for my 18th birthday
he wont be alive
when i get married
my kids will never meet him
he may not even see me graduate
all the important dates
he wont be there
11/29/05
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