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A heartfelt poem to my father. |
| This is a poem to my father Whom I have wronged and wronged In lack of thought and fired rage Whose warming heart never touched The cold exterior that grasped me. Untold feelings of what I should be Lay crumpled like an old shirt, forgotten. In the midst lay new hope and fears And amongst the tears Of past and lonely years It has come to be that I have found True happiness melts the icy crown Yet it's there when peace sweeps away The storm which has plunged us to This day. Life is like the seasons As some might say, but Our constant April showers keep the flowers at bay. So I write this for a father A love greater than all A man I hardly know enough to be a faithful daughter. |