My Dearest Father Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life; everything you do I think once walk this road, how wink and blink time goes on it.

I will be printing and adding to memory box for you to read; let's appreciate life as it goes so deep; Tired face is coming home tight from the daily race of soul tight.

Holding a little of diamond or flame up and under.; how well you play the game, but pleased in your heart.

Ten million pain or more plodding along in the daily risk; the whips and the scorns of life, never a whimper of pain or hate.

For the sake of those who at home await your lovely coming to shine hearts; you are one of the surging crowd, toiling, striving from day to day, Lean on whatever may be doing, with courage stern and gruesome

You aren't readier than shooting a bullet, but you are swift to defense your blood kids, you are able to leap tall building; you have the strength of a horse.

Your heart could crush any pal, you could meet the whole that the world throw at you; you are there in your darkest minutes.

I want to make your whole dreams come true, you always do hard work for us; you never show your weakness in front of us.

You are always tough, but I know you are soft inside no matter what, you never leave us; I still have to study hardness.

I still have to do so many things for you both, I will make you proud of me on the top and highness.