Fathers
Pat you on the head and go.
Where they go
I don't know...
Then they stroll back one day
Where they been they don't say.
They pat you on the head and grin
Just like they're your best friend
When you wake up next morning
They're gone again...
Then one day they die
And your mama wonders why
You don't cry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true....the same for some mother's as well