A Poem of my Father

This is a poem of my father
Who never hugged me and only would
Bring home presents to show his love.
I don’t remember him ever praising
My achievements though I’m sure
He was proud of some of the things I did.
When I brought home, one day,
An exercise I knew was a good one.
He said, “Humph, only a B+, why not an A?”
I got to kiss his forehead the day before he died.
The surprise look on his face made
Me sure that he was finally filled with pride.