A/N: Here's a little poem I wrote..I hope you like it even if it ain't good. Please enjoy!
Tears were on my eyes that day, when Father said good-bye.
He kissed me and said sorry, because he knew that he might die.
"Dad, please don't go!" I begged him that faithful day.
He shook his head and said sorry, then he walked further and further away.
Mommy, she only looked as he went, without a tear in her eye.
Soon Yahiko told me the reason why she didn't cry.
"It wasn't because your mother doesn't love him, but he always made her wait."
He smiled at me and patted my head. "She has so much faith."
Faith? What was that about? I didn't understand.
All I knew someone left me and he was my father, my teacher, and my friend.
It hurts to see him go, he was loving father, you know.
I really loved him and I did care, no matter how much I did pull his hair.
He does know this as he said good-bye.
But the fact that he leave me and my Mommy was still in my mind.
Why did he leave to save other people's lives?
When if he came back to find only that his own family didn't survive.
It was bittersweet as the days that past I grew tired of waiting
I keep wishing on falling stars when I go out star-gazing.
But nothing ever happned so I lost hope in him
My bright days slowly grows dim.
Yahiko once told me "Never say that you hate."
But how can I if he never comes through the gate?
I grew up cold and alone, while he was out there to atone.
I never understood why, because in my heart he had already died.
Pictures of him are still in my head.
I try not to cry every time I go to bed.
Maybe I still do every time I remeber. How he kisses me as he pulls up the covers.
I remember him stroking my hair, how much, oh how much did he care!
Even though these memories stay.
I cannot make my lonilness and anger of him go away.
They remain in my heart to think ill thoughts
About the sadness of the family he had brought.
But Mom, she still waits for him. I wonder why.
He came back only to die.
Yahiko, he was there throughout his death. He was the son, not me.
He learned Kamiya Kasshin and a little of Hiten Mitsiryugi.
When I heard of my father's death, I was sad of course.
But I never thought things could get worse.
Months later my beloved mother passed away.
But thank God I was there beside her on her very last day.
I was told they were happy now, somewhere above.
They will be flying and watching me with all their love.
Though I hate my father, I love my mother, I'm still their son.
And now my own jjourney has finally begun.
A/N:It's not that good but I hope you like it. Please review! Thank you so much!