I dont like this poem i wrote here, but i put it...
An Angel...
Dad
While growing up, I dint have you...
Dedicated to one who once was my uncle and now is...
The first thirteen had some meanings...
You've been everything to me: a father,
Teacher, playmate, model, conscience, friend...
Dad youve been there when i needed to cry and when...
He walks out the door with his bag in hand, saying...
you be back as soon as I can...
Today I will remember
Everything he's done...
*its really bad, but i don't care, i just want to...
Fathers day
The day I dread every year...
When you two were born I was filled with joy
To have in my life, two loving little boys...
This here is no poem,I've been working on it for...
I wish that I could be sitting here saying that...