September 2008 
For the love of my father
Posted on May 26th, 2008
by 
joey
joey
poem
My father was a Latino man. Someone us kids could never understand. We learned a lot from this man, he taught us to be strong and to have respect, to have self pride but to never forget the love he and my mom gave to get us to this point. The struggles that had bared down on us , the struggles to survive. Although I wish he was here to see what I have done. To put his arms around me and say good job done. My father you can see in my eyes each time I cry for the love of my father.
by Joey
My father was a Latino man. Someone us kids could never understand. We learned a lot from this man, he taught us to be strong and to have respect, to have self pride but to never forget the love he and my mom gave to get us to this point. The struggles that had bared down on us , the struggles to survive. Although I wish he was here to see what I have done. To put his arms around me and say good job done. My father you can see in my eyes each time I cry for the love of my father.
by Joey
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