My father had to work a lot
when I was just a kid.
He didn't have much time to play
with me, but when he did,
then it was just the two of us
and he made sure I knew
that he would always care for me
and he would love me too.
A lovely poem remembering the childhood along with loving father. Such a lovely time will never be again in this life... O' my caring Dad! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is that a picture of you and your dad? Beautiful sentiments and beautiful photo.
No, it's not really a picture of me and my dad; it's just a picture I found on the internet. However, the man looks enough like my father, and the boy looks enough like me at that age, that it really could have been the two of us. I'll bet all my siblings are wondering where it was taken and why they have never seen it before.