Juan Olivarez - A Look On His Face

It was just a look, upon his face,
But whenever I saw it, I knew my place.
Popi never hit me, he didn't have to.
Just a look on his face, told me what to do.

Very early in life my popi taught me,
By that look on his face, I could readily see.
There were no beatings, and I loved him for that,
And all that he taught me, I never regret.

In another time, I can still see his face,
In a time where children, always knew their place.
I do miss my popi, but he lives within me,
Because in my children, his face I do see.

1/27/11 Alton Texas

Juan Olivarez

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