father - sonnet
father - sonnet
He works day and night
How he forgets his joy,
He is lost himself permanently
In the world of his girl and boy
His goodness is twinkling
As star as at the night,
In which metal is he made of
His smile gives me light.
Nobody takes his place
As he is so special to me,
When I feel sad or gloomy
His words motivate me.
His voice vanishes my fear
He is my strength he is my father ..
