He is my Father
a man without tears
but still soft enough to cuddle
yet to strong to feel
That is the way he was
now life has changed
it took something this strong to break him
the death of his wife, my mother
his own recovery was slow
full of physical pain
hospitals, doctors and surgery
leaving scars as reminders
I have seen his tears
the raw pain
he was a man without tears
but it took something strong to break him
the death of his wife, my mother