Coming Home Father Poem by George Samuel

Stay awake father!
I'm coming home hereafter! !
I sent a lonely bird to stir your sleeping spirit '
For years have limit;
Tarry till the streams return '
Till the clouds in the fall is reborn;
They will bless your latter days '
And put a sunshine on your hay;
When the cold find you '
May the snow say it is true;
To all those lost years '
Bearing those fruits that are here;
Though your hands are withered now'
They will bear them tenderly New;
Though the face is wrinkle now '
In smile you are renewed;
I'm coming home father '
Stay awake father.