At schooltime, my father left me at house gringo!
Yet I Kept my tender heart at home of lingo!
When I quested, for fate “he is right as rain.”
Tender tears exploded like MISSILES yet in vein;
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Mother is our first God, father the next, , And we are blessed in their benediction.. What a soothing poem, , I love it! ! ! Great poesy/amazing poem... Top marks! ! ! 10+++
A to Z enjoyable and heart-freezing, heart-rending, heartful write.Hearty congratulations for you for this poem of valueing the ethics and the struggles faced while growing up and rememberin the true best friends one can eve have..well done
What a lovely poem from a son to his father. I'm sure your Dad must feel very proud of this, Harry. It is always the little things that we remember when we are feeling lost and alone! A special poem to a special person, I'm sure...
I'm grateful for a nice comment on the poem 🙏🙏👍👍