LOST IN TRANSLATION
If love languages are a real thing
Then my father and I
Were from different countries
He was from the land of
You have a roof over your head
And food on the table
And want for nothing
While I work overtime to pay for it
On my one day off, I cut the lawn
Before cooking the Sunday dinner
And when you’re older, and your son has no dad,
I’ll fill that role, too
But I was from a different land
Starved for affirmation
Aware of every criticism
Longing for words he rarely said
I needed to hear
“I love you”
And now, I understand
That’s exactly what he was saying