& he worked hard is while life,
never complaining, just kept going.
Giving us all he could,
never complaining, only pushing through.
Gave us all shelter, clothes & food.
never complaining, always with a smile.
most of all he gave us love, the way a father should.
being maarthaa 
I read this poem and its real heart felt. I am remembering the absence of Father (my heavenly father always had my back). Things that I wished that happened and never did. Never having the pleasure to experience these sentiments. However I have learned that we all have the power to change and make a negative a positive. So I look toward the future in my fatherhood, and try my hardest to remember that although Father is a very meaningful word, all are human too! Sometimes forgiveness is not just for the person you wish it upon, but yourself too.
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