There are so many things
I really missed with my Father
Things, that i wish
He can do it again
But unfortunately can’t…
Like that…
My father was the one
who was opening the
door, when i came home late
He was the one,
that keep on telling me
to put my shirts or
uniforms in the bucket
when i came home
from the hospital…
He was the one,
who gave me courage…
By telling me to
introduce yourself to the people…
Don’t be shy, for you did
nothing unto them…
To stand up high…
For you were smarter than them…
Things that gave me hope…
Things that gave me light…
Things that gave me a clear path…
I miss my PAPA…
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