Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
When I was a child My dad would build me a train I blue one I lost it I cried I was afraid My dad would be angry So one day he asked why he never saw me Play with the train. I told him I didn't liked it. I could see the pain. In his eyes. I regret those words now. I really do.
0
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Trains
When I was a child My dad would build me a train I blue one I lost it I cried I was afraid My dad would be angry So one day he asked why he never saw me Play with the train. I told him I didn't liked it. I could see the pain. In his eyes. I regret those words now. I really do.
I should have told him the truth.
CrackJack
Written by
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem