o father

O father

you never said words from the heart

I never asked, nor looked for them

you played a role, you pushed your chin high

always sure, always right

and I looked down, and away

fearing your might

On occasions I saw through the cracks

but not for long and always with a feeling of stealth

we hardly ever speak meaningful words

and I know you will not read this

these humble words to say I love you

even if even if even if

may my blood read my blood

and sense the love that words can't say

Nov 07