I ran across this today on the web , I almost forgot about this bit of work which my father is incredibly proud of . Our relationship is a strained and torturous one which I hope I could change .
I recognize however that he is who he is and I ?
Well I am who I am as well !
Book of Poetry .
Not your father’s poetry written by my father.
Our love for writing may be all we have in common.
I know how proud he is of this work. I cannot deny him that pride I too am proud of it , I recommend it to anyone who love poetry .
It is a good read .