Friday, November 25, 2011

DAD

I wait for you, dad.

Sing me a song
when I go to bed.
I am your son, dad,
I’m not a pain in your neck.

I miss your warm words
and your care for me.
Your main job is here dad,
at home, with my heart.

How far is the day
when I heard your voice
and felt your lips
on my face.

I need your love, dad,
not a toy.

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