You left me with a broken heart,
I wouldn't let the teardrops flow.
Although, inside, I fell apart,
I couldn't let it show.
I hid my feelings way back then
But really don't know how.
You come back to me, time and again,
Behind this furrowed brow.
You put the spirit in my soul,
You guided when I yawed.
It's you that taught me self control.
You mapped the route I trod.
You gave me strength when I felt weak.
The inspiration to be bold.
Sound advice when'ere I'd seek,
From your heart of pure gold.
For what I am, it‘s you I owe.
Regrets, I have but one.
You didn't have the chance to know
The man that is my son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem