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I don't remember him once saying "I am proud of you."

I guess he assumed I just knew.

At some point, it sure would have been nice

To hear him say it at least once or twice.



When I was born, back there in the past,

Doctor's said, "He won't last."

A nurse with faith wouldn't give up on me,

And here I am for all to see.



For a while there, it was touch and go

My survival in the balance, they just didn't know.

I bet he was very scared that day,

And didn't want an attachment  to someone who may not stay.



I always was the smallest kid in the class,

Seems everyone wanted to kick my ass,

But I never backed down and made them pay,

Making picking on me work and not play.



I guess it was hard to be proud of someone my size,

But a little pride would have been nice to see in his eyes.

He is gone now and it is too late,

Mom says he was proud of me, but why couldn't he say it?



I am grown now and have children of my own,

And that is why I have written this poem,

I am so proud of my sweet baby girl

She teachs the young, opening the world.



My two sons, the Civil Engineers, building the highways and byways

And taking time with my grandchildren to play.

Though my dad never gave me those glad tidings,

To you my children, you now have it in writing.



Your dad is very proud of you.