I would like to see my Father again,
And have him help recall those memories
Of when he would sit down and sing to me,
Tell me tales enough to fill diaries.
Daddy was tall with a build to beware,
But those hands they held me so tenderly.
Of his hair I remember there never was much,
But had skin that was fair and eyes blue as the sea.
While his discipline was carried out by mere words,
I would tremble with fear thinking his love I'd lost.
I only remember Daddy spanking me once,
To him my stealing a dime was a holocaust!
Whenever I think of my Dad I am saddened,
Because now I can't share all my moments with him.
I would like to know that some way he is with me,
Always near and enjoying my life to the brim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem