<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Glance From The Past</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">…. And the music played… and so the lyrics moved….<br>This heart… and in this heart, I am living in the past: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw not my father's heart or his arms around me; <br>Neither his hand dug into morsels of rice to my lips, <br>Nor his belt to my butt or bamboo whips to my skin, <br>But his fingers ran through my hair when I had sinned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His path to follow his love which I knew not then, <br>His strength to stand with feet in muddled ground, <br>It's not how he walked barefooted on a slippery-road<br>But to carry me from dirt, on his shoulder, he would.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His voice, when authority spoke, either high or low, <br>To command his carabao, it wasn't his power to show, <br>With no fear under rain, lightning, or thunder's sound, <br>I am this farmer's son and his valor for me was unbound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It wasn't all of what he knows best that I must learn, <br>Toil a soil, drive a nail, paddle a raft, or centavo to earn, <br>But from dikes of ricefields to city streets of Agana, Guam, <br>Through his eyes, I saw my father's dream how I become.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">….. Then the lyrics ended and so the music had died …….<br>But in this heart and only in this heart my father lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Efren+Petalver+Carranza">Efren Petalver Carranza</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383403" data-title="A Glance From The Past de Efren Petalver Carranza" data-description="…. And the music played… and so the lyrics moved…. This heart… and in this heart, I am living in the past: I saw not my father's heart or his arms around me; Neither his hand dug into morsels of rice to my lips, Nor his belt to my butt..."></div> </div> </div>

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