He stood by me in every little way
Kissed my bruises when I fell down on my knees,
He carried me when I am tired to walk
And fed my soul with his golden hands.
He whipped me with his hand when I did wrong
Poked me up when I stupify things out of control,
He grabbed away things that will harm me
And pushed me safe when harm comes along...
He cracked good jokes intellectually
He sung a song I will never forget that in my heart,
He rhymed words meaningfully and philosophically
In my mind and heart he is the best!
How many sons and daughters stood afront their father's grave?
Giving respect to the things he sacrificed and gave,
Thanking him for his unending claim
Of forever be there, his love remains...!
(Happy Fathers Day...Lucky are those who sitll have their fathers with them and lucky are the fathers who can still be with their kids...Be thankful.)
In sunday grace is such her breath are thanks for they who braved the stormy oceans grave in deep felt waves....iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the message of this poem as it reminds me of my father whose memories keeps on lingering in every thoughts and bests I have even in my dreams as I missed him each passing day. Great piece.