My father told me about his childhood poverty, and how important education was, he was very strict and found it hard to show emotion, he was in his shell and he mellowed with time. He once told me that he loved me, and it's was so special to hear it from his heart. His memory hasn't faded over the seasons of my life, he's always with me his voice and words resonate each day.
Michael Cochrane ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great!