Atif Iqbal Poetry

Words never simple between us,
sometimes strained.
mutual love always quiet
rarely spoken.
The silence was created by
Separation and adolescence.
My free-spirit is yours.
Sailors in our souls.
Writers in our hearts.
I could never ask for a better father,
nor could I ever be better.
My goal
to raise my children
is the way you did.
Wth love and respect.

Poet: Derek Gregory