I wrote this to show that “ love” is not always easy - even from a parent. |
I was taught soo very early, to keep my feelings deep inside, My father was a hard man, Full of knowledge, full of pride, He never said “I love you”, Or told me he was proud, It seemed I never made him happy, Like I was covered in a shroud, “Happy” was not a word, that my father used at all, He toiled at working, day and night, And never had a “ball”, My mother died while having me, It nearly killed my dad, I was told this when I got older, And in understanding, I was sad, As a child, I just did not get it, Could not fathom, why I was alone, While other kids had mothers, I had nothing but a drone, I'm older now, I understand, The pain he must have felt, He tried to make a better life, For me, and for himself, And at the end of his life, he said one thing, That I will never forget, He pulled me close, And said “ I love you son, You always were the best”. |