no one to hold his hand.
He never had a word to say
nothing important anyway.
But I always loved him…
because of those unimportant things.
He has always been so warm
literally I mean.
Like a heater when I'm cold,
For this I love him.
He always was there.
Maybe not specifically for me,
or anyone else...
But there he always stayed.
No one understands him He’s quiet and ashamed. But he’s my one and only father I love him just that way.