Hi Teri,
Thanks very much for sharing your poem with us.  I know how it feels to let 
someone know how you feel and in return you get chastised for what you said. 
My dad did not express his feelings for any of us and he was not an easy 
person to live with or to love.
Huggs, blessings, and prayers
Virgie and lady Hoshi
doing business at

www.vunderwood.ktostemtech.com
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From: "Teri Van Pelt" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, July 18, 2007 2:21 AM
Subject: Poem


Words for My Dad

By Teri Van Pelt

7-18-07

Sitting there in my dad’s ole’ pick up truck.

Feeling somewhat paralyzed, I felt stuck.

I possessed feelings for my dad I needed to convey.

Contemplating just what and how to say

I counted to three underneath my breath,

Felt like I was meeting death.

All at once, I let the words out.

But his reply was with a cursing shout.

“Why must you talk that way?”

“Love is something I don’t need to say.”

“I say I love you by the fact that you are fed.”

“Don’t you have a roof over your head?”

He sat there continuing to tear me a part.

I guess I should have kept the words “I love you” inside my heart.”