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I was watching his face

Before he lay down

I saw the stress

But I saw no frown



He was my father

Under pressure just the same

But when he shut his eyes

Someone else he became



His face didn’t look stressed

His face shown no strain

I couldn’t quite figure it out

But it was of saddened pain



At that moment

While I watched him sleep

I realized something

That caused me to weep



The years of his worries

The burden of his past

Were all coming out

And reveled at last



This strong will man

The father I knew

All melted away

My perception askew



I told him earlier

That he wasn’t a man

Because he wouldn’t cry

No matter what hit the fan



There was only one time

Where I saw him cry

At his father’s funeral

Where he stood by his side



But even then

The tears were few

Now watching his visage

I don’t know what to do



I see his tears

That do not flow

I hear his cries

That do not woe



I see this boy

Crying out loud

I see my father

In a fetal shroud



How can this be my father

He looks so sad

I’ve never seen such a face

Coming from my dad



Does he share with my mom

This painful stride

Or does he truly

Carry too much pride



Does he lock it up

Not letting it show

Has he taken the time

To let it all go



I’m feeling his pain

As my own eyes shut

My body growing weak

A sick feeling in my gut



I want to take away his pain

I want to see him smile

I can’t stand watching this man

Battle alone in his trial



Cause now he is crying

From all of his bother

While finally I see

The man in my father





Inspired by: / Dedicated to: My father asleep on the couch

Created on:  January 7, 2007 – 16:19