I always liked the jacket my Dad wore.
One day I found it
Hanging lonely and forlorn
In a wardrobe
And I thought of him and me
And remembered he was a bigger man than me
I tried the jacket on
And felt him close once again
I always liked the little pocket for a watch and chain
But to my dismay the jacket didn’t fit, not at all
It was too small
Though he was ...
Monday 25th November 2013 9:26 pm
Friday 1st November 2013 12:01 am
His whistle echo's
The memories of my mind
Really miss my dad
Friday 7th June 2013 4:32 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio pul...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
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