A poem of love and hope
(2013)
I wrote this poem one year after my father died. When I was 8 years old my father bought a new apartment. This new condo had a big garden so my father got a small mango tree so small it needed a fence around it to protected it from the kids and the animals. My father was told the small mango tree never will give fruits and it will no last as long as the regular mango trees. However, the care and love my father gave this tree made it strong. It grew tall and strong and one May it gave fruits as sweet as the love of my father. My father was a lovely man who treated everyone as he treated the little mango tree. He love made me be a better person.
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