Papa never showed his smile
when I first read a word;
he either unheard it
or did not care.
I never heard a word from him;
neither proud of me
or did not care.
My father never attended
any of my graduations;
he either scared of the crowd
or did not care.
Sometimes I ask myself;
I am really his son
or he does not care?
But now, I know now
why he is like that;
why he was not there
when I needed him
for a word to cheer.
If he is still here alive,
I know he will always be there for me;
to love and to show how much he cares.
Papa never heard my first word,
never saw me with my first diploma;
but I know he is prouder of me
more than what I wanted to hear.
