Dear Papa
A letter for you not mama
Seen you sweat
Make ours sweet
Bread and butter, eat wheat
Daddy has one pair of shoes
Cares for us to choose
Veins visible, a resolute grip
To our souls, in our lives
A pillar to lean on, someone to count on
Came home late, eager to beat the last date
Asked if we ate
Success to us, a smile on his face
Held the handle, said 'look straight'
'We aren't there yet'
'Hold firm'...'how to solve a sum'
Out there in the scorching sun
One day I'll make you proud
Carry your name past the clouds
©fredrick o
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