He loved
He used to come home
Tired, weary and thirsty.
He used to sit on that corner chair
He would look at his child, then look down
He would look at me, then look down.
But he loved us.
With the very little
He earned
He provided.
He used to put on
That old tattered jacket.
Through the working days.
Though he used to smoke
He loved us.
When that officer of the law
Shot him in cold blood
A huge storm befell on us
Loud and thunderous
But he loved us
Indeed he did.
Love and life! ! Facing the odds along the line. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
When that officer of the law Shot him in cold blood A huge storm befell on us Loud and thunderous..........he loved us..... very fine poem describing the realities of life . and the fact of love. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interlesting and touching poem