This poem was a tribute to my father who died last March 28,2009…
In my father’s hands, I breathe and smile…
In my father’s voice, I obey and learn…
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It was a gloomy day
Cold and dark morning
It was so silent
Soft wind was the only sound
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In My Father's Hands
This poem was a tribute to my father who died last March 28,2009…
In my father’s hands, I breathe and smile…
In my father’s voice, I obey and learn…
In my father’s actions, I go behind him…
In my father’s faith, I love and care…
A father of few words with a thousand smiles…
A smile that brings me comfort…
A smile that shows no pain but love…
But he left me,
Because... he is now in his Father’s hands.