Prison Poem

I wrote this poem to my father for his 57th Birthday, I was in prison he was at home, thats why I wrote this poem.

Father

© Bryan M. Hildensperger
There's a man in every boy's life that he calls father.
One who never gives up,
when most wouldn't even bother.
No matter how bad it was,
he was always there.
His judgment impartial even though at the time
you didn't think is was fair.
He taught you his values and imparted his views,
equipped you with the tools of life that you need to use.
Yes, there's One man I know unlike any other
and that's the man I call my Father.

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Published: Oct 2008

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  • I am the father that he speaks of, I love my son, this poem went straight to my heart. This was his Birthday present to me. The Best one I've ever gotten.

    Michael Hildensperger Submitted Oct 2008
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