poem for my Father

I see you quite in many days Sir,

sumtimes not at all

You are the best painting that i admire the most

You write letters even when i'm near you

You scetch my face when i'm far away from you

You pray when i'm weak

You never ask how i feel inside

but you give me directions for the path

You are cold like ice

hard like stone

and you hit my beliefs to the wall sumtimes

it's pain but i know, it's because you pray for the streght inside of me

Many times i watch you sit by the window

and i just want you to know that i pray for you

i'm in a little boat in a big big sea

hover inside my truth

and making my back bones stronger for you

-it's for my Father-  07'10'2010