My father has always been a mystery, to me,
I see him every day and yet I never hear him say,
A word about a different place, the place he came here from,
About his life before me I know not, I don't know where or how his life begun.

Was it filled with work and study,
Without a day to go out and play?
Or did he run, go out often and have fun?
Perhaps his life was tough from the moment it had begun.

All these questions I really want to ask,
But bringing these topics up with him will be a most arduous task.
I really want to know it all about this man I've loved since I was small,
I hope someday he learns to share and realizes that I really do care.