Dear Father
I do not know your day of birth
Nor do I know your day of death
So I wonder to myself what kind of child am I
One who doesn't even know your new home
Nor wish to visit and water your garden
That has no flowers
I miss you and I will soon visit
Even though soon means year's from now.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
