Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride
He never said I love you
But he came to every game
Even in defeat his son knew
He loved him just the same
He'd pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair
When he graduated college
I love you wasn't said
He smiled as he shook his hand
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead
When his son went to war
He trembled as he spoke
And brushing away the tears
He made a little joke
Now, his son's come home
And he stands with eyes downcast
His hands stroking the coffin
Saying I love you son at last..
WELCOME!
This is not a perfect blog. Just like who i am. I write my diary here. And of course, some poems and poetry. I hope you ENJOY IT..
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- Louisa Gavriela
- I like to be what i am.. I like philosophy. It taught us about life, death, and all in the universe.. This is My life, No one can change it. Whatever everybody says about me, Maybe that me, or Maybe NOT. During I trust with GOD.. I believe that I'm in THE GOD WAY. And Maybe everything that I do in My life right now is.. That Way... ♥ ~ TO WITHNESS A MIRACLE ~ ♥ © 2009 GaviMinor Inc.